The calm after the applause. The audience, silent. The arena, silent. Just you and the ice. Just you and your heart's erratic beating as you're unable to calm down, as you realize: this is it. The moment your whole life has been waiting for. ❆ This is not a 'safe' fanfic. This deals with a lot of mental problems and physical disabilities, so please handle this content maturely.

RATED LOL FOR LAUGH-OUT-LOUDNESS! So just a bunch of random FUNNY things me and my friends made one day at lunch. Enjoy!

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

- Say What You Mean Sequel - // Keaton Stromberg // " ... i've started to care more than I ever thought possible. You're starting to mean more to me than I ever could've imagined ... "

// Keaton Stromberg // + " ... and I didn't love you at first, no, it just didn't make sense because we were young. But maybe that was it, maybe I loved you because we were young ... " Arabelle has just moved to Huntington Beach with her brother Noah and her family from New Zealand. She feels so out of the place because America and New Zealand are two very different countries. It's not until she meets Keaton Stromberg and the rest of his friends and family that she starts to warm up to the country. Follow Ara as she weaves through friendships, loyalties, heartbreak and new found feelings.

"I can tell you're going to be a challenge." He almost growled. "I like that."Harry smirked. He dipped his head, nudging mine to the side before I felt his lips press to the skin of my neck. The ends of his curly hair tickled at my cheek. Harry reluctantly released one of my arms so he could hold the back of my head, preventing me from escaping. I instantly placed my free hand on his chest in protest, attempting to push him away as I felt him harshly suck. "Harry." I begged. I fisted the front of his t shirt between my fingers; the sharp pain intensified as his teeth grazed the skin. His breathy laugh fanned over the area as I desperately struggled against the males hold before he continued to draw blood to the surface. The sensation was somewhat eased with the attention of his soft lips. But Harry wouldn't allow me that comfort for long, nipping hungrily at my neck with his teeth. I gasped when his tongue licked over the newly sensitive skin, planting a few kisses. Harry stepped back smirking as I yanked my arm from his large hand. My fingers drifted up to my neck, sucking in a sharp breath when I dabbed over the sore spot. I whimpered in fright as he drew closer. "You're mine now." He spoke in a hushed tone.

(Shay x Reader) Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent, hide in plain sight, and never compromise the Assassin Brotherhood. These are the tenants of the Creed, the rules you have sworn to live by. But after you're taken hostage by your enemy, a ruthless Assassin turned Templar by the name of Shay Patrick Cormac, will your views change?

(Jacob Frye x Reader) Victorian London. The industrial revolution has begun, the age of invention skyrocketing throughout this glorious empire. The age of oppression is at hand; the working class blind to the machine that drives them. The reign of Templars amongst London has driven out what traces of the brotherhood was left behind. Henry Green, the only Master Assassin left in England, has called upon the Americas; a plead for help. You return to the city of London, only to find it in ruins, it crumbling right in front of your eyes. You may even meet a childhood friend . . . and perhaps ignite the everlasting spark into a roaring flame.