only the picture will show up

Sofias biological father was a sailor, what does this mean? Who knows.

With that maybe there was a slight possibility that he and Sofia actually met and he taught her how to sail? Since in princess stays in the picture Sofia says she learned to sail at 4

Maybe he showed up only sometimes then left for good and Sofia eventually forgot about him being so young

// okay. story time.

once upon a time, i was sitting around, browsing ebay for more Lupin the Third merch to add to my ever-growing collection. as i looked amongst the many listings, i came across a one-of-a-kind auction for some strange, weird-looking toy…

i wasn’t sure what it was. the title was “#C349 PRIZE Anime Character figure gun Lupin The 3rd” and that didn’t make a whole lot of sense, so i checked the description to see what it was, but there was nothing about the item, only information about shipping.

the pictures from the listing showed this strange toy, as such:

i thought to myself, what harm can this do? it’s only $4.99, i can afford that.

so i placed a bid, and won the auction. this was about a month ago.

today the item arrived. i picked it up from the post office, because the postal worker couldn’t bother to ring the damn doorbell to see if anyone was home, which–yes–we were home to receive the item. once home, i opened the box and pulled it out.

and i examined it.

looked at it from all angles.

“what the fuck is this thing supposed to do?”

then i pulled the trigger.

this toy.

with this friggin’ face…

when you pull the goddamn trigger…



she wasn’t good at being alive, or at least the practiced art of normal. there are people out there who wake up and feel rested, who never self-sabotage, who eat their three square meals and never count calories, who find purpose in small things. who are alive effortlessly. 

in all of her facebook profile pictures she’s smiling so the first thing people see when they look her up is a lie. that’s kind of poetic, isn’t it, except she’s not really sure if it’s funny or sad; a bitter ironic kind of pain that leaks in through the pores of the walls she’s built.

who she is at two a.m. never shows up where others can see. she picks up after herself like lost laundry. nobody ever guesses, and if they did, she’d only feel worse for making a scene.

Then We Talk Slow
Author: letsjustsee
Word Count: 20k
The picture showed Harry smiling widely (with a fucking dimple) at the camera, his glossy brown curls situated artfully around his shoulders. Louis couldn’t see his whole outfit, but it seemed to consist of a pink, floral button-up with most of the buttons undone. Louis could also detect the dark outlines of tattoos on his chest, although he couldn’t quite make out what they were underneath the shirt.
What he could make out was that his own heartrate seemed to have picked up significantly.
This was so not good. Not only had Louis drunkenly sent messages in a deliberate attempt to interact with this man, he was now insanely attracted to him without ever having met him in person.
Maybe Liam was right – drunk tweeting really was a horrible, rotten idea.

A famous/non-famous AU in which Louis banters back and forth with his new record company on Twitter, only to find out that Harry is the man behind the tweets.

Bad RHPS Song Descriptions
  • Science Fiction/Double Feature: idk here's a bunch of random words and film references put together
  • Dammit Janet: I brought my own ring to somebody else's wedding so here you go
  • Over At The Frankenstein Place: This is the only place around for miles and its a castle, which means it must be safe
  • Time Warp: The best time filler in history
  • Sweet Transvestite: WHAT'S UP FUCKERS
  • Sword of Damocles: I have been alive for literally 30 seconds and i already hate it
  • I Can Make You A Man: You gonna be so fuckin hot bro
  • Hot Patootie Bless My Soul: Fuck you and your lame ass party
  • I Can Make You A Man reprise: So now that *that's* over...
  • Touch-a Touch-a Touch Me: Bitches be 3 hours old-- be lookin 23
  • Eddie: My nephew is a dick
  • Rose Tint My World: We're doomed
  • I'm Going Home: Man fuck this planet
  • Super heroes: idk why they called us hero and heroine in the beginning credits because we are far from that
  • Science Fiction/Double Feature reprise: That whole thing reminded me of Macbeth,,

I think one of the biggest issues with SU is how they show repairing relationships.

The only one I feel was handled right was Peridot with Steven/Pearl/Garnet/Amethyst. It took time for Peridot to acknowledge her mistakes, reflect on why they were wrong, apologize for them, and actively try to better herself. It also took time for the Crystal Gems to accept her apology, trust her, and eventually form a fairly stable friendship with her.

Meanwhile on the rushed/awkward/unresolved side you’ve got:
-Greg and Amethyst (Amethyst I love you but cleaning a garage and getting a picture frame does not make up for traumatizing Greg)
-Pearl and Steven (Please don’t endanger the child)
-Lapis and the Crystal Gems (Why have they not,,, had any interaction after Malachite unfused except for that part where she says “flirting” in Hit the Diamond)
-Pearl and Garnet (The Sardonyx arc started out really good and thorough but ruined it by rushing to try and fit the whole arc into one week’s worth of episodes. Also it was framed like the problem was Garnet/Ruby not forgiving Pearl and not Pearl taking advantage of Garnet in the first place.)

But yeah, I love Steven Universe to death, but little things like this really make the show suffer.

The robbery really scared us, but it was a learning experience. We are now more aware that flaunting how disgustingly rich we are might be inviting the wrong type of attention. From now on, the family we will only be showing pictures of themselves in reasonably priced clothing and in homes that appear to be assisted living or less. I, however just received some custom-made Balmain pieces that I can’t wait to show you guys as soon as my new closet is remodeled in my suite. 

15 Reasons Nygmobblepot Will Still Be Canon

Yes, I’m doing another one of these. I’d appreciate it if I wasn’t judged for this. A lot of people need to feel positive right now, including me. And these are things that need to be mentioned 

  • The whole season so for has been dedicated to Oswald falling in love with Ed. Oswald’s only other arc was becoming Mayor. Writers don’t normally waste half a season without utilizing the elements they used and built up. 
  • Cory Michael Smith and Robin Lord Taylor “Living” for Nygmobblepot and both being part of the LGBT community.
  • Cory and Robin looking happy in most new set photos. 
  • Robin putting a green and purple heart underneath a set photo of Ed and Oswald by the docks.
  • The actors/writers never saying outright that they won’t end up together along the line and teasing us with tweets and pictures sometimes supporting Nygmobblepot romantically. 
  • TV Shows/Dramas like to throw their audiences off track with smartly twisted lies and words, and they like to build up a lot of drama to make us keep coming back and watching again every week. The drama between Ed and Oswald right now almost means nothing. 
  • Episode 15 of Season one is where Oswald and Edward met. Episode 15 of Season two is where Edward and Oswald met again for the first time after becoming (best) friends. Also Cory said his “favorite scenes with Robin” were in Episode 15 of this season: How the Riddler Got His Name.
  • Episode 14 is where Ed and Oswald “come to an understanding” after dealing with their problems “face-to face.”
  • In response to someone being distraught over Nygmobblepot (”Nygmobblepot is killing me”), the Gotham Writers on Twitter said “There’s still a lot of episodes left this season.”
  • 90% of negativity and pessimism about Nygmobblepot being fan’s or article writer’s opinions and speculation.
  • Cory Michael Smith liking a tweet that said something along the lines of “I hope this doesn’t end up being queerbaiting.”
  • Gotham has never shied away from surprising us, throwing out plot twists, teasing us, torturing us. This is nothing new.
  • Ed and Oswald work together against Jerome (and presumably the trio) later in Season 3.
  • Ed has been known to double cross, and like working alone. He especially doesn’t like working with specific people below his intelligence level. (Butch, Barbara, Tabitha)
  • Everything done in the Ed and Oswald arc this season thus far all would be for nothing. Legitimately. For nothing. Would the writers be that stupid?

Have. Faith. Everyone. Do it so the homophobes don’t win. Do it so that lgbt audience members can know that others believe in this relationship. Do it for them. Do it for us. Don’t let our ship sink until there’s literally nothing left. And does it look like we have nothing??^^^

Originally posted by newtmascomearia

My abstinence-only teacher gave us an assignment once where we had to come up with date ideas that would not be “risky” - i.e. lead to sex. The requirements were that we couldn’t be alone or focused exclusively on each other, and some other things I can’t remember.

I had a great time on that assignment, finding the most inappropriate loopholes possible. The one I recall best was “back row of a midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, in full costume”, which she was forced to concede met her requirements of a “safe date”.

Suho is so incredibly talented and hardworking and I feel like people always over look this. He’s made a lot of sacrifices and saved the spotlight for others for the sake of the group and focused on the bigger picture that people always remember him as the trustworthy, amazing leader. Yes, he is that, but he is also an amazing artist in his own right! He has so much to offer as an individual and an artist, I hope that people wake up and start recognizing and appreciating him beyond his character and leader position. I hope he continues to challenge himself and shows everyone that he is not only EXO’s leader but also EXO’s and EXO-Ls Pride. 

Kim Junmyeon, we’ve been waiting for you and we always will be <3

dating jonathan byers would include...

•long drives to nowhere

•"just one more picture"

•him taking you to the drive in every friday

•"i made you a mixtape"

•cuddling under 500 blankets

•him trying to surprise you in anyway, but failing every time

•him taking pictures of you in your most candid of times (sleeping, eating, laughing, reading)

•taking will to see movies

•joyce always wanting you to stay for dinner

•you taking his cardigans

•him looking everywhere for them, only to have you show up in one

•"everyone of my shirts smell like you"

•him trying to teach you about photography

•thumb wrestles

•showering you with random and cute compliments


•wrestling around on his bed

•when he wins, he kisses you all over your face

•running your fingers through his hair as he falls asleep

•him never wanting to get up in the morning, scared he may wake you up

•so he just lays there and watches you sleep wondering how he got so lucky

•you being will’s favourite human because you can never say no to playing with him

This is hard to post, but I feel that I need to. This is me in my most natural state: no makeup, stomach is sticking out the way it would if I weren’t sucking in (probably doesn’t help that I’m wearing too small spandex) and no filter. Today has been my first day back at the gym during the 2017 year. I looked in the mirror and I’ve never seen so much cellulite in my legs or my stomach poking out so much. While this makes me upset, I know how poorly I ate this past year and I didn’t dedicate any time to exercise and/or health, and I’m the one to blame for this. But hopefully, this will change this semester. My goal is to make it to the gym for 150 days of the 362 days left. One of them is already accomplished and it feels great!There is no going down from here; the only way is up. This picture goes to show me that this is my starting point, this is where the journey of 2017 begins. And at the end of 2017 I hope to look thinner, stronger, happier and healthier. Right now, after taking this picture, I’m happy. Because I know that I am doing something…that I am in control.

Random thoughts on YOI

Imagine if the anime had really shown us how multilingual Yuri, Victor and the other characters are. As someone who speaks 3 languages, it would have been AMAZING to see an anime that really shows the ups and downs of the language barriers in new relationships. 

Just picture yourself Victor jumping from Russian to English and Japanese with ease, while Yuri is a nervous wreck when he needs to speak anything apart from his native tongue. :,3 

But as a filmmaker I do understand how difficult this would have been writing and casting wise. There is a reason why we only got a few words/phraces in Russian/English/Thai/Spanish/etc ((but French still managed to get in several sentences because French)). It would have been lovely thou.

EDIT: People have told me that it´s basically canon that Victor does not speak Japanese, and that him and Yuri actually speak English when they are together. I do not doubt this (I had my suspicions that this was the case), but that is not what I was referring to with this post. 

What I want is for them to ACTUALLY SPEAK ENGLISH! I want to HEAR the characters change languages. I want to HEAR Yuri getting used to talking English. I want to HEAR Victor speak Russian when he talks to Yurio. I do not want to “imagine that they are speaking English” - I want to experience it! 

I know I know: “Too much work”, “Main demographic is Japanese” and “suspension of disbelief”, but that is still what I would have loved to see/hear. 

While Viktor and Yuuri skated together during the gala night
  • Yurio: urgh these two gross lovebirds disgust me to no end *takes the 154th picture of them* these pictures are for practice purpose only
  • Otabek: *thumbs up every time Viktor/Yuuri nails their jumps*
  • JJ: I bet I myself can perform this better than them both
  • Phichit: I know they're not gonna get married unless Yuuri wins a gold medal but who knows life is full of surprise so here my opinions on how the wedding should be organized *shows a notebook filled with ideas and sketches and illustrations*
  • Christophe: Oh dear I guess Viktor wouldn't let Yurri do another pole dance with me at the banquet this year but what if I get them both drunk off their balls hell yeah maybe that'll distract Viktor for some minutes
  • Yakov: one Yuri was already too much to handle now I might get TWO YURI'S AND ONE VIKTOR NIKIFOROV
  • Michele: they look so adorable skating side by side I wish Sara and I would get to skate like that one day
  • Sara: brother I know you love me but you need to stop, like, right now
  • Emil: *sweats nervously* Yuuri hugged me once and I freaking hugged him back passionately Viktor gonna slay my ass
  • Georgi: awwww young love *sends the 99th message about the meaning of love to Anya*
  • Leo: Guang-Hong you shouldn't be watching this I'm afraid some NC-18 might happen between them-
  • Guang-Hong: Leo, it won't happen because 1) they're performing in public and 2) with my own eyes I have witnessed Viktor taking off his clothes while embracing Yuuri and survived so nothing in the world scares me anymore
  • Minami: *writes down furiously* life goal: pair skate with Yuuri the idol of his entire existence
  • Yuuko: *ready to be taken to hospital due to blood loss from intense nose-bleeding*
things newt scamander probably does, pt 3

-goes several days with little to no sleep
-crashes spectacularly afterwards
-should not be taken to a pound or animal rescue
-is fascinated by muggle inventions, particularly the car
-should not be allowed to drive said car
-never forgets his mother’s birthday
-very much enjoys a good nap
-can make only one food, probably pancakes
-drinks whiskey
-always has a pint with his brother when he returns to london
-has a very messy desk at his office in the beast’s division
-suspected of not even being employed by the ministry anymore until he randomly shows up at his office one day and dumps sixteen different kinds of seeds and three random eggs onto his desk and says “hello thomas” to someone who definitely is not thomas
-has several pictures of tina in his case and a few random pockets with the word “soon” written on the back
-starts all his letters after they are together with “my dearest tina”
-signs them “yours, newt”


More of my gamer girl outfit with a little close-up on the stockings. Only just realised how much of a moody cow I look like in the 3rd picture but oh well.

I feel like I should do these casual looks more often, just to show how easy they are to make.

Remember to like, reblog and follow for more content!

- Jessica Blaise x x

BTS Reaction - They meet their girlfriend’s family

the-real-yaoi-jesus said: Your blog gives me LIFE!!! ;v; Alsoooo… If possible could you do a BTS reaction to where their S/O’s family wants to meet them and their S/O gets really super embarrassed when their mum shows embarrassing pics..? Again Only if possible

HIIII sorry this took so damn long!! Enjoy!!


He was terrified to meet your family - that is, until your mom broke out the baby pictures. “Oh look! Here Y/N is in the bathtub, oh, she was such a fussy baby.” Your mom gushed, looking up at Jimin’s expression. He was trying to hold back laughter as you hid your face in your hands.

“Do you have any pictures of Y/N when she was in ballet?” He asked smugly, and your mom dug out more pictures from your dancing days. You only groaned and promised to yourself that Jimin would get it later.


He’d be pretty excited to meet your family, while you prayed your parents wouldn’t show him any old pictures of you. When she pulled out a picture of you butt-naked as a baby, Taehyung didn’t hide his amusement.

“Aww, that’s so funny. Did she always misbehave like that?” He asked politely to your mom, while you immediately got the underlying expression he was trying to convey and groaned.


“Oh, look at this one, Jungkook. How cute was my little Y/N?” Your mom gushed. Your dad was on the couch eyeing your boyfriend closely while he was shown various pictures of you as a kid. “Oh, she was in her little duck costume for Halloween that year. How adorable!” 

Jungkook gently took the picture from your mom’s hands and waved it in front of you, smiling like an idiot. “So cute,” he retorted, and you only flipped him off.


This boy would not only be excited to meet your family, he would ask to see pictures of you. Your mom would be more than happy to, bringing out the old box of family photos taken over the course of your childhood.

He’d be flipping through each one until he found a particularly embarrassing one and showing it to your mom, while you groaned in agony. “Y/N, come on, I’m sure you did great as an Oompaloompa in Willy Wonka.” He’d snicker. “You suck,” you’d mewl, pouting.


He’d be stiff and awkward at first, but then he’d really let his windshield wiper laugh come out when your mom broke out the baby pictures of you. “This entire box is of Y/N. Look, there’s even one when she lost her first tooth!”

Seokjin would pick up the picture and smile lovingly at it before turning to you with a little pout on his lips. “Look how adorable you were,” he’d draw out, before walking over and kissing your cheek. Your face would flame bright red.


Your parents would be impressed with him at the start, and he’d only laugh when your mom gave him baby pictures to look at. His eyes would analyse ever photograph and you’d be sitting in the chair, your face hidden in your hands as he flipped through each picture.

He eventually found the worst one - you were in your little baby bikini making the ugliest face you could muster at that age. “Can I have this? He asked your parents, and Namjoon would totally blackmail you with it every chance he got.


He’d be nervous to meet your parents, and was a little quiet at first. When he told them that he produced and wrote his own lyrics, your mom would squeal and go, “Y/N used to write lyrics all the time!” Before grabbing a pink piece of paper and a picture of you sitting on the floor as a kid writing on the same paper.

“Oh - oh, these lyrics are great, Y/N,” Yoongi would snicker, “I think I’ll have to use them in my next song.” You’d only blush and smack his arm.

Seriously, what are these hands?

There’s a ton of scenes in SA2 where those hands appear behind the camera and animate for about a second. The files they show up in are mostly used to show time stamps before in-stage cutscenes such as the ones before Knuckles stages.

The full animation (Timestamp scenes are too short) can be viewed in the scene used for the ending picture with Shadow. They kind of hover around, then one points its finger and the animation ends with them both opened up.

The textures indicate that the hands belong to Sonic, as all of these scenes include Sonic’s textures (In the classic shoes).

Sonic does similar hand movements in the E3 trailer, but there’s some differences there.

Not only is that the wrong hand he’s pointing with, the movements are also timed quite differently (holds the point longer) to the hands hidden behind the camera.

Finally got a chance to sit down & write up my stories from #HousCon :)

I’ll start with my Jensen op. I decided only a couple weeks ago that I was going to take advantage of the location & go full stupid-tourist and go for cowboy hats. I’d always wanted a real one, but since the only time I showed western, I was in 4-H and a helmet is required at all times even in Showmanship. I would never actually get on a horse without a helmet and you shouldn’t either!! But, I digress. Mainly, this happened because there are far too few pictures of Jensen in a cowboy hat for my liking & I’d thought I’d make the most of the opportunity. Hats acquired (which is a story for another time & place) I stepped up to him for my turn and he gave me a rather concerned look. I quickly told him that he could do whatever he wanted with the hat, put it on or not, as I handed it to him. I think he said ok, (it was definitely something affirmative) and stepped into me & put his arm around me. I don’t remember putting my arm around him, but I clearly did. All I remember is thinking ‘grab your brim! look at the camera!!’ Then it was over & he *very* gently patted me on the back (I live for that pat) and we both said ‘thank you.’ I didn’t make eye contact, but I did look towards his face when I said it, so *thumbs up*? I almost dropped the hat when he handed it back to me. Super smooth. I still didn’t smell him. There was a definite strong yummy-man-scent when we stepped around the divider, but I don’t know if it was Jensen, Schmelke or one of the bodyguards. I think it was Chris, since I didn’t notice it when I had my m&g later.

Don’t tell creation that I said this next part, but I finally got to ask him a question in my m&g!! It took all my nerve, but I did it!! I could tell we were running out of time, so I was like it’s now or never get your damn hand up! And he pointed towards me, then changed his mind and picked someone on the other side. I thought that was my chance gone. Then he said last question and picked me. I asked if he ever watches the videos we make on youtube. He said ‘All the time. All the time.’ and explained how when he wants to watch a scene over, he doesn’t want to bother getting out the dvd & just pulls it up quick. He told us about the most recent vid he watched which helped him get through a tough day. He explained how it came up in his recommendations in his ridiculously adorable technology terms. It was the one that was going around with all the actors & directors talking about how great Jensen is. He said it really meant a lot to him to see that, since that’s not really the sort of thing that people tell you to your face all the time, then ‘So, keep making ‘em!’ It was pretty intense having his mostly undivided attention for longer than the couple of seconds you get to interact in the auto line. I just kept saying ‘cool!’ like an asshole for the 2 minutes or so he was talking at me. And smiling. With eye-crinkles. And I don’t know how many of you have experienced how oddly intimate it is to hear his voice not through a microphone. But… damn. 

It really meant a lot to me that he may have seen the vids I make for him. That’s really why I make most of my art: to show people how much I care about them. I just hope he’s not reading the descriptions……

Polaroids (Spencer Reid Imagine)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Summary: You and Reid attend a party which neither of you remember very well until you find a polaroid which neither of you can seem to explain.

Word Count: 1535

Requested: No. Sorry, I will get to the requests eventually, I have just had writers block for a while and this is the first idea that came to my head.

Warnings: some language, a guy being a douchebag idk

9:02 AM

I wake up on the floor, rubbing my head. I can feel a wave of sickness rushing through me and I rush to my feet, scrambling to the nearest bathroom. I wretch up the contents of my stomach, laying down on the bathroom floor once my stomach finished.

10:01 PM

The music blared throughout the house, as I practically inhaled another cup of beer. I stumbled onto the dance floor, only to be greeted by a flash of a camera. When I looked to my left, a girl was holding a polaroid camera. She waited for the picture to develop, and flipped it around to show it to me. There I was, looking drunk and confused. Perfect.

9:15 AM

As I wander through the apartment, I see the remnants of a killer party, most of which I can barely remember. I see a few people still passed out on couches and rugs, yet to wake up and realize they were still at someone else’s house.

11:16 PM

Me and Spencer Reid, my best friend, danced together. Not like, couple dancing. You know, grinding on each other and stuff. We just danced within each other’s proximity, him occasionally straightening me up when I almost fell over. I felt so alive.

“Y/N, your dress!” Spencer screamed over the blaring music.

I looked down and saw the front of my skin-tight dress had slipped down and my bra was showing. Slightly embarrassed, I pulled the material over my bra and continued dancing.

9:21 AM

I notice polaroids littered all over the floor and walls, and I remember the girl who had taken my picture. I scan the picture-covered wall, and sure enough, I find me looking drunk and confused. Perfect. I continue browsing the wall when I nearly pass out. I have to take a double take, several times, and even then I almost cry out loud.

12:01 AM

Me and Reid stand by the drink table, not even trying to talk, knowing we wouldn’t be over the hear each other over the noise. We would just occasionally point out super-drunk people to each other who were dancing like idiots.

“Hey, baby,” I looked over my shoulder to see a guy I didn’t recognize. He wore a devilish smirk on his face that made my stomach flip, in either a good or bad way. I couldn’t decide. “You look gorgeous.”

“Do I know you?” I asked innocently.

“No, but I’d like you to.” He practically had to scream over the music, but I could hear the intent in his voice.

“No thanks. I’m not interested.” I turned back to look at Reid, who wore a frown on his face, carefully watching the guy who had talked to me.

What’s wrong? I mouthed. He just shook his head.

“C’mon, baby. You know you want to. We can head upstairs and get to know each other.” I turned my head to face the guy, a little annoyed at his persistence.

“I said no.”

“C’mon, baby, please just–”

“She said no, man.” I turned my head to see Reid, looking down at his drink, speaking almost inaudibly.

“What did you say to me?” The guy asked, and I could feel the testosterone coming off of him.

“I said leave her alone. She’s obviously not interested.” Reid looked up at the guy now, setting down his drink and crossing his arms over his chest, defiance laced across his face.

“Make me.”

And with that, the guy was out cold. Reid wasn’t a small guy, and I wasn’t surprised he could knock someone out with one punch, but I had no idea he would, especially for me.

9:23 Am

I rip the picture from off the wall, rubbing my eyes over and over to make sure I am seeing correctly. I can’t believe it. It can’t be possible. There is NO WAY.

“Oh, hey Y/N. I see you forgot to leave as well.” Reid approaches me, talking in a low morning voice, making it obvious he just woke up. “Need a ride home?”

“Umm, no, I’m… I’m fine… I was gonna… I’m just gonna… you know… I was just gonna head out… now. Yeah, now.” I shove the picture into my back pocket, and rush towards the door.

“I’ll see you later then, I guess,” I hear a confused Reid mutter from behind me.

12:31 AM

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Reid asks yet again, the cold night air blowing his hair in his face. We stand on the balcony of the house, the muffled sounds of music coming from behind us.

“Yes,” I laugh, “I’ve been hit on by many a douchebag. It’s no big deal really. You didn’t have to knock him out.”

“Yes I did!” He shouted,suddenly looking angry. “Did you see the way he was looking at you? Like you were some piece of meat. It was gross. No one should ever look at you like that. I won’t let anyone look at you like that.”

“I’m not a damsel in need of protecting, Spencer. I didn’t need you to come save the day. I was not in any immediate danger because a guy, a pretty attractive guy I might add, wanted to hook up with me. Maybe I was just saying no because I was hanging out with you, and we were having fun, and I didn’t want to leave you by yourself.” I let out, throwing your hands in the air

“Oh, so you did me a favor. How ever can I thank you enough?” Reid spat at me, sarcasm evident in his tone. “God, I try to do something nice for you, and all you do is tell me how you had it all under control, and you don’t need me. Well why don’t you just go find Mr. Shallow Piece of Shit and spend the rest of the night with him? I’m sure you’ll have more fun with him anyways.”

“Maybe I will. At least he won’t look at me like I’m a damsel in distress.” And with that I stomped back into the party, looking for the guy that was hitting on me earlier.

9:50 AM

I finally make my way home, ignoring all the scolding coming from my roommate as I rush up the stairs. I plop down face-first on my bed. My hand automatically goes to my back pocket and pulls out the picture. I stare at it for what seems like an hour, and I still couldn’t understand. All of sudden, my phone starts buzzing and I see Reid is calling. My hand shakes as I press the green button.

“Hi,” I say, my voice muffled by the pillow I hold over my face.

“Hey, I was talking to Garcia just now and she told me, that umm… well… wait, let me start over. Do you remember anything from last night?” He asks, sounding just as confused as I am.

“Not a damn thing,” I mutter, still staring at the picture.

“Oh. Okay, well. Forget I called. I see you tomorrow.”

“Wait, Spencer, I–” The phone beeps and I look down at the screen. He hung up.

12:54 AM

Turns out Mr. Shallow Piece of Shit left. I was left sitting alone in a chair in the corner of the room, sipping a cup of beer. A few people came and asked me to dance, but I refused. All of the energy that had come from wanting to piss Spencer off was gone, and now I was just numb.

“Hey, mind if I sit here,” Reid said, looking apologetic.

“Sure, go ahead.” I looked down at my cup, avoiding eye contact.

“Listen, I’m sorry if I–”

“No, Reid. You were just trying to be a good friend. I was just being a bitch.”

“Well, yeah, but still. I shouldn’t have stepped in. I was just jealous and for a second it looked like you might have been interested in him and we both know that would–”

“Wait, what,” I cut him off. “You were jealous?”

“Oh, shit, I just said that… umm… do you want a drink,” he mumbled, quickly getting up from his seat, “I’m parched, personally. I’m just gonna go and–”

Once again I cut him off, grabbing his arm before he could run off.

“No you don’t. You don’t just say something like that and pretend it didn’t happen. You were jealous?”

His face fell. “Y/N, I… I…”

“Just say what you want to say. It’s better than hiding your feelings.”

Instead of speaking, openly admitting his feelings verbally like I had expected him to, he grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss, his lips crashing against mine. At first I was shocked, nearly pulling away, but slowly I melted into his touch. His arm wrapped around my waist and my hands pulled on his hair. Suddenly, a flash went off. We both looked in the direction of the light, and saw the girl standing there with her polaroid camera, running off before I could catch her.

“Hey,” I said, chasing after her, Reid close on my tail, “COME BACK HERE!”

Sorry for not posting in awhile, but I hope you liked it! Let me know if you guys want a part 2.