Most girls have had dreams of being a princess at some point or another in their life. Even you had such fantasies when you were a child growing up, of course, it never came to be and the thought of being one ebbed away as time passed by. But now things were very different as you actually had the chance to become a princess at your fingertips. How was such a thing possible when you were just some plain young woman who had no ties to royalty? Well, it simple really because you had an Indian prince who was head over heels infatuated with you ever since he had first met you at the Phantomhive manor that you frequented very often. It was nice to have friends in high places but you never expected to have a foreign prince fall in love with you from merely first meeting alone. Most girls would jump immediately on the bandwagon of having a handsome Indian prin
You arrived at your place of employment with a slight grimace. The bar was already stocked with men and women of varying appearances, but they all shared one similarity.
They were all drunk.
With a slight huff, you began wiping down the bar and cleaning up the enormous amount of extraneous empty glasses. The strong bitter stench of alcohol was almost intolerable as a few customers passed by you. It wasn't long before you had to refuse to serve a couple of them.
Another bar tender arrived with an apologetic smile before she dove right into cleaning and serving. The crowd began to grow loud and a bit rambunctious. They were singing a few drinking songs off key and not quite in sync. The bar tender and you giggled as some men tried to dance with each other resulting in them falling over and laughing themselves.
Everyone was enjoying themselves until a glass shattered against the hard, dark stained wooden floor and a man fell after it. The noise was unhindered until the
(Vanellope Von Schweetz - Vanello Von Schweetz)
I've been looking for a driver who is qualified
So if you think that you're the one, step into my ride
I'm a fine cool supersonics speed machine
Got a sunroof top and a gangster lead
So if you feel it let me know, know, know
Come on now what you're waiting for, for, for
My engine's ready to explode, explode, explode
So start me up and watch me go, go, go~!
You were one of Sugar Rush's many characters, your name was (Y/n) (L/n) and you were a racer. You drove your special (favorite candy) race kart through the race track that would eventually lead to the finish line. Your smirked confidently to yourself and slide your kart passed a turn and drifted until you slammed onto the gas pedal and sped forwards. You w
By the next morning she'd basically forgotten about the whole situation. She got on with her daily routine - breakfast, brushing teeth and so on. She turned on her laptop and started browsing social networks. Catherine Meyers - 17 years old, was a promising baseball player in middle school as evidenced by the medals hu
You had been friends with Alfred for some time now and though you weren't even sure how it happened, you had managed to fall for him. His charming eyes, adorable smile and laugh, cheerful and carefree nature, and .well everything! Everything about Alfred F. Jones was what you had been looking for in a guy your entire life.
Grabbing the last of your things and throwing them into your bag, you took off for the beach.
Getting out of your car and heading for the dunes, you were honestly a bit worried. You hadn't picked out an exact meeting spot with all your friends so you were hoping you could find them.
"____________!" a familiar voice called.
Your whole body lit up that was the voice that warmed you inside and out.
"Hey Alfred!" you called back, turning around just i
“I’m not sure, Greg. Seems like an old diary. Maybe it belonged to the previous owner.”
I’ve just arrived in the new house. It’s nice. Small, and quaint. Just the change of scenery I needed. It’s been about 3 months. Okay, exactly three months and 4 days. I still can’t believe he’s just… gone. My friends all said I was trying to run away from reality. But they don’t understand.
No one does. I just had to get away. From them and from our home.
But all of that doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone, and I’m gone.
And I think I can make a fresh start here.
I don’t know much about the previous owners, but they’ve planted the most wonderful garden.
I think I will love the garden. I can just sit and remember.
Didn’t find any downtime to write until now. I’ve been moving in, lugging furniture around. Arranging and rearr
Mark and Jack stayed silent as a blush formed across their faces. “W--We’re just friends..” Jack said, turning his head to hide his blush. Mark blinked and nodded. “Mhm just friends….” “Then explain baby Poof…” Pewds said as he walked out, holding his sides from laughter.
They stayed silent for a while before kissing each other’s cheeks. Yup……..jussssst friends
"None of your damned business!" he shouted, folding his arms.
You frowned. You had been friends with Romano since well forever! But there were times where he was a royal pain in the ass, like right now.
"Lovino, give me a break. You know you can talk to me about anything; right?" you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, which he shrugged off stubbornly.
Your frown deepened and your eyes saddened a bit as well. There was no telling how long you had continued to assure him that he could talk to you about anything, but he never really opened up. There were times when he would lean against your shoulder or sit a little closer to you and give off a sort of emotion but he never really came out with it.
"You've been acting weird for like three weeks now and it's getting worse. I'm really worried about you." You continued.
"Well stop worrying already!" he growled.
Ok, now y
Anyway, I wrote this and credit to the person who made this image
Sourcing really isn't that hard you guys//))
"Oh God, oh jeez, oh no. . ." You were pacing back and forth in the park, your face flushed with embarrassment. The park had kids playing either oversized bubbles, women chattering away about their problems, adolescents romancing it up behind a tree, in the end, no one would notice anyone as worried as you. And why should they? You were just a young woman with normal _______ eyes and ______ hair.
But holy shit! The park was not the place to freak out!
Your heart was beating erratically, and your palms were sweaty. All that could run through your mind was that you were stalling, and Neddy was waiting for you at the apartment you both shared. But you didn't want to see him!
~ Warning: Contains a very mild sexual situation ~
It has been three months since your negotiation with Shizuo... Three whole months since the last time you read manga or watched anime. Luckily, Erika took the extra effort to keep you updated on every manga chapter and every anime episode that you had been interested in.
Even though you were unable to partake in your favorite hobby, you were actually quite content with your new arrangements. Shizuo had been in a better mood lately... at least when Izaya didn't show up to fuel his anger.
You two were spending more time together, like a couple should.
Simple things like going for walks around town, visiting Celty and Shinra more, stopping by Russia Sushi occasionally for lunch, and having movie night at home on weekends were activities that you enjoyed doing with Shizuo. Especially since it was bringing
No; you weren't fed up with Romano. You were fed up with bed rest.
Looking down at your stomach however, you still managed to smile as you rubbed it affectionately. You giggled when you felt the little life inside kick against the palm of your hand. Yes you were now eight months pregnant.
You remembered how it all happened. You had been married for about one and a half years and Romano was going through a very rough time. One day while he was out, you decided to surprise him with a really nice dinner when he got home. And so that's just what you did and though he didn't act all romantic about it, he was very happy that you'd done that for him or at least that's what you thought. You hadn't been sure at the time because he just sat there rather
I am a teenager.
I am a high school student.
I am an artist.
I am a writer.
I am a trustworthy person.
I am a good friend.
I am a good listener.
I am a good adviser.
I am friendly.
I am social.
I am a justice fighter.
I am a freedom fighter.
I am an LGBT supporter.
I am a transgender.
I am brave.
I am strong.
I am not afraid.
I am not hiding.
I am sly.
I am silent.
I am insensitive.
I am honest.
I am often confused. But
I am always led to truth.
I am a person who uses ':3' more than needed. But
I am a person who uses '<3' very rarely and only to special people.
I am a person who is uncomfortable when called 'dear', 'honey' or 'sweetie'. But
I am a person who appreciates any nice name they're being called.
I am a person who feels awkward when hugged. But
I am a person who needs to be reminded that is loved.
I am a person who can move on. But
I am a person who needs new people to like them.
I am a flexible personality.
I am able to fit in every group of people. But