gonna do one for grant too!


❛ i need a reasonable paying job, something like $2,000 an hour. nothing too wild. ❜
❛ idc (i do care) ❜
❛ ‘are you taken?’ yes bitch, taken for granted ❜
❛ half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half is, well, an asshole ❜
❛ you’re yelling? at ME? the one person who has never done anything wrong ever?????? ❜
❛ you will find your home, you will find your place. you will find your people. give it a little bit of time but it will happen. ❜
❛ in order lead a happy life i’m gonna have to disappoint my parents a bit. ❜
❛ any body else here not good at anything??? ❜
❛ you can’t force people to appreciate you. ❜
❛ *puts on baseball cap* i am the dad now… ❜
❛ i fake smart.. like i’m honestly a dumbass idk shit but i know how to seem like i do.. i’m smart-passing.. ❜
❛ every straight woman who ever called her platonic friend her ‘girlfriend’ owes me $50 ❜
❛ i am a professional at misreading tones and overreacting to problems that most likely don’t exist ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life, i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ you can’t cure sadnesses with a shower but honestly there is no purer place to suffer ❜
❛ patiently waiting for a kind soul to come along and make everything a little softer, brighter. ❜
❛ honestly i don’t even play an active role in my life, shit just happens and i’m like oh this is what we’re doing now? ok ❜
❛ no offense but if i die and no one uses a ouija board to keep me updated on memes i will literally haunt you all ❜
❛ imma start charging people for hurting my feelings $3 an hour ❜
❛ i have finally reached the age of most young adult protagonists yet my life is still uneventful??? where is my cool story??? my cool talents??? @ universe i’m pissed ❜
❛ hello, police? i accidentally stepped on my cats foot and need to be arrested ❜
❛ *tries to watch 45 minute episode in 20 minutes ❜
❛ please don’t just come in my life, take my heart and leave. please don’t do that. ❜
❛ concept: me, 10 years from now, living in a pretty house with my love, sipping a hot cappuccino on a rainy autumn afternoon. our dog curls up next to me in the window bench while our cat snoozes on the bed. i’m financially stable and i’m never tired anymore. the bees are safe. ❜
❛ i can’t believe what walkie talkies are called ❜
❛ the gorilla could have died and been done with in like a week but none of you know how to be normal ❜
❛ me: *is bitter but is also right* ❜
❛ just saw a girl in high heels long boarding to class. godspeed, my queen. ❜
❛ i’ve never belonged anywhere, i’m always just in between ❜
❛ too young for unnecessary stress, i gotta live ❜
❛ i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information ❜
❛ i’m like always sleepy. i feel like i should be used to this by now and stop complaining about being sleepy but i can’t. always, i’m sleepy. ❜
❛ lmao no offense… but what’s the point of being mean to people for no reason ❜
❛ drunk me is the me i really want to be. confident, hilarious, and most importantly, drunk ❜
❛ “alcohol isn’t supposed to taste good” buddy watch me drink the fruitiest/sweetest shit i can find and enjoy it because i don’t hate myself enough to even begin to consider drinking like.. beer ❜
❛ tfw you’re already fully aware of the unnecessary self destructive bullshit you’re doing but you can’t bring yourself to do anything to stop it ❜
❛ hey sorry for not replying i didn’t want to ❜
❛ honestly how am i gonna make it in the world???? i get a little teary eyed any time someone compliments my personality ❜
❛ true bonding is when you and your friends are all angry about the same thing ❜
❛ *touches your hand and looks seriously into your eyes* i am a piece of shit ❜
❛ lets play ‘how rude can i be until you realize i don’t like you’ ❜
❛ i love drunk me but i don’t trust her ❜
❛ hate when i am wearing makeup and still look shitty like what else am i supposed to do? get enough sleep? eat right and exercise??? as if ❜
❛ i’m not on a high horse. i’m not even on a horse. i’m face down in a ditch on the road of life ❜
❛ i hate when people ask me what i would do in their situation because 9 times out of 10 i would literally never be in that situation in the first place ❜
❛ i barely remember the last 6 months honestly like am i even alive ❜
❛ you had me at ‘hello’ and lost me at ‘i think your friend is cute’ ❜
❛ i’m pretty sure by now ‘tired’ is just a part of my personality description ❜
❛ wow i really liked that song now i think i’ll listen to it another seventy times in a row ❜
❛ ‘shit it’s 2 a.m.’ i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i’m surprised ❜
❛ i’ve been stressed out since like the third day of second grade ❜
❛ telling other girls they look pretty is like cracking a glow stick full of positivity and female friendship ❜
❛ i want to be sun kissed and also people kissed ❜
❛ about me: glowing, eating peaches, drinking wine in lingerie, not texting your desperate ass back  ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ due to unfortunate circumstances, i am awake ❜
❛ i’m gonna solve mysteries so fucking good ❜
❛ what did people even wear in 2008 ❜
❛ i’ll just ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  my way through life ❜
❛ you know what sucks? everything bye ❜
❛ me? overreacting? probably ❜
❛ people asking me what kind of music i like is such a stressful experience ❜
❛ honestly if i survive the next 3 years of my life i will be impressed with myself ❜
❛ if you listen carefully you can hear me whisper ‘shut the fuck up’ at least once every five minutes ❜
❛ any time you like a boy just know you played yourself. always keep that stored in your mind for later ❜
❛ hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof ❜
❛ what i lack in personality i make up for in…….. nothing ❜
❛ me? cancelled ❜
❛ an app that tells you how raven something is ❜
❛ be with someone who will take care of you. not materialistically but takes care of your soul, your well being, your heart, and everything that’s you ❜
❛ i love the infinite multiverse theory because that means there’s a universe where i’ve pulled every single fire alarm i’ve ever seen ❜
❛ name a more iconic duo than the lengths i’ll go to both get attention and to avoid it… i’ll wait ❜
❛ i just want to be treated very gently and smell like vanilla and wear only matte dusty rose lipstick ❜
❛ 2017 is going to be a very healing year because it’s going to force us to accept that 2007 was ten years ago not three and i think that’s the root of our collective issues ❜
❛ i just wanna do cute things with you like crush the patriarchy, fight for gender equality, and help to destroy racism ❜
❛ i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented… i forgot where i was going with this ❜
❛ how is 2016 already almost over?? like this bitch came in, fucked us up, then left like she gave us a gift ❜
❛ supercalifragilisticextentialcrisis ❜
❛ stop breaking your own motherfucking heart ❜
❛ co-napping is a beautiful thing. knock out with me so i know it’s real ❜
❛ *on the verge of tears* ok not that i care, but ❜
❛ it’s not you…. it’s your zodiac sign ❜
❛ i want to be loved so bad it’s pathetic and embarrassing ❜
❛ my heart is filled with hate and swag ❜
❛ ‘i don’t care’ i say, caringly, as i care deeply ❜
❛ i highly recommend never having feelings ❜
❛ we all ugly to somebody, don’t trip ❜
❛ do i have a crush or am i just idolizing this person for being vaguely nice to me? ❜
❛ my parents were arguing today and my mom said that justin timberlake wouldn’t treat her like this ❜
❛ kissing is hella rad but no one is kissing me so that makes me hella sad ❜
❛ everyone’s having their mid-life crisis at like 19 ❜
❛ there are just people out there that are the embodiment of the sun like the things they say do light up the world and make you feel warm they are human sunshine ❜
❛ dermatologists HATE me… everyone hates me. i’m so alone ❜
❛ you know when you realize and you just… realize ❜
❛ a girl can respect herself and still take booty pics wtf y’all talkin about ❜
❛ i’m not badass i’m sadass i cry about everything ❜
❛ inspired by animal crossing, i’ve started doing this thing where i mail my best friends a framed picture of myself and then never speak to them again ❜
❛ i didn’t know double texting was such a big deal?? i have a lot to say ❜
❛ can someone please just be proud of me like fuck i’m trying ❜
❛ cosmo sex tip #367: when you’re in the mood, tell you partner ‘my spidey senses are tingling’ ❜

(  you can find the other popular text posts memes on my old blog: 1, 2 )


“Ahhh, that was a good one, ya see that?” Bev pointed as another cheerleader was flung into the air, spinning and kicking her legs out. She let out a puff of smoke and sighed. She crossed her legs and put all her weight on her right hand. “Am I talking to myself here or…?” She kicked Stan, who was laying across the bleacher in front of hers. 

He shot up and chuckled, looking over to the group of cheerleaders practicing on the football field. “They drop Richie yet?” Stan asked. Beverly rolled her eyes and raised her hand to wave at Richie who was about to be lifted into the air by the other cheerleaders. 

“I thought he said he was going to be the one doing the throwing?” Mike asked from Bev’s left. She turned with her cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth. 

“H-h-he told me he w-was gonna try and g-g-guilt them into letting him be the ‘throwee’ not the thrower.” Bill sunk down to the middle of two benches, lifting his legs to lay across Stan’s legs. The five of them fell back into their silence and occasionally clapping for the cool tricks. 

“Where’s Eddie? One can’t miss their boyfriend being thrown into the air.” Ben asked, playing with the end of Beverly’s sock that was hanging out of her shoe. 

Beverly shrugged, glancing around to look for the small boy. She gave up, leaning back on her hand again. They heard the small countdown from the field below and the small group of girls lifted Richie off the ground. Mike whistled and the group waved obnoxiously. Bev touched her hand to her chest as she waved. 

“I’m a proud mother.” She dropped her hand and everyone aw’d. 

Richie was keeping his balance and waving his arms at the Losers. 

They were all waving back until they heard hurried steps and Eddie appeared from the stairs, running his hand across the railing as he walked over. He was currently being swallowed by Richie’s jean jacket. The back was covered in different band logo’s. “Hey, sorry I was at band practice. What’d Richie want us to come here for-?” 

Mike pointed his finger and Eddie turned around, making eye contact with Richie Tozier being lifted into the air by the cheer leading team. He gaped his mouth and was silent for a few seconds. “What the fuck?” He turned back to his friends, still griping onto the railing. “Does he have any idea how dangerous that is?” 

Beverly smiled kindly at Eddie and handed her cigarette to Ben before getting up and climbing down the bleachers. She put her hand on the small of Eddie’s back and chuckled. “C’mon buddy. let’s go visit our boy, huh?” She started walking Eddie down the stairs and they walked to the field just as Richie was back on the ground. He hopped over to them with the biggest grin on his face. 

“Did ya guys see me? That shit was awesome!” Richie bounced on his feet and Eddie bit into his cheek. Beverly slapped her arm around his shoulder and gave Richie a high five. Richie proceeded to wait for Eddie to say something but the boy was rather silent. 

“C’mon, Eds. Did ya see that? Soon I’m gonna be like flexible and shit.” Richie looked back at the girls, one of which was stretching her leg nearly over her head. He turned back, wagging his finger. “That could come in handy when I meet your mom tonight-”

“Shut up, Richie.” Eddie rolled his eyes and shrugged Bev’s arm off of him. “You’re gonna get yourself killed.” He narrowed his eyes at the taller boy who pushed his glasses up his nose. 

“Relax Eds. This isn’t that dangerous.” He shrugged and Eddie didn’t seem to believe him. Bev took one look at their tension filled stares and awkwardly chuckled. 

“Well, Uh..I’m gonna wait for this to be over…” She gestured in the air between the boys “Over there.” She pointed back at the bleachers before taking off and running for the hills. 

Richie shook his head with a small smile and turned back to Eddie. “C’mon, is this over now?” 

Eddie rolled his eyes again. “No. They’re throwing you in the god damn air, Rich.” 

“Yeah and people regularly slam and tackle into Mike in football and throw speeding balls at you and Stan in Baseball. How is this any different?” Richie scowled. Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times, a little flustered. 

“Look, it’s just-Well, tell me that isn’t scary? There’s gotta be a moment where you’re just not sure if you’re gonna return back to earth?” Eddie tried not to sound like a five year old with a fear of heights but he couldn’t help it. Richie raised his eyebrow, amused. 

“Space is filled with orbiting cheerleaders.” Richie gave him an amused face and Eddie frowned. 

“I’m trying to be serious, Rich. Don’t make me laugh.” He bit into his lip to keep from smiling but he couldn’t exactly help it. Richie threw his arm around Eddie’ shoulders and started walking him over to the team. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, babe. I’m not gonna get hurt, ok? And you’ll get to watch me cheer. I hear it’s a breath taking sight.” Richie cuddled closer to him and Eddie begrudgingly let him. 

“You’ve been doing it for what like a day?” Eddie pinched him, a sign that he seemed to be cheering up. Richie leaned down and kissed the top of his head. 

“I’ll cheer for you during baseball season.” Richie smiled and Eddie rolled his eyes for the millionth time. 

“Cheerleaders don’t cheer at baseball games,Rich.” He picked at his fingernails. Richie gasped and pulled Eddie in tighter. 

“I’ll be your personal cheerleader then.” Richie nodded and Eddie separated himself to go back to sitting on the bleachers. 

“Do not grant me that nightmare. I need less of you not more.”Eddie crossed his arms and Richie laughed, tugging his arms out of their crossed position. 

“That’s not what your mom said last night.” Richie oohh’d and put his hand up for a high five but Eddie just glared at him. So Richie picked up his hand and slapped them together for him, Eddie staring with his eyebrow raised the entire time. They started walking back down the field. 

“You gonna wear one of those little skirts too?” Eddie teased, tilting his head as they got closer to his teammates. Richie giggled and grabbed his hand, swinging it between them as they walked. 

“You’d like that.” Richie smirked and Eddie kicked him in the shins. 

“Ow! my hot new cheerleader legs.” Richie hopped on one foot and cradled his shin. Eddie giggled. 

“Show me your best moves, ok?” Eddie slapped his cheek softly and ran back over to the bleachers. Richie shook his leg and laughed as he went back over to his team. 

Eddie thundered back up the stairs and flung himself next to Stan, leaning back on Beverly’s legs. “Feeling better squirt?” Beverly poked his shoulder and he slapped her hand away. 

“A little.” He shrugged as Stan narrowed his eyes. 

“I came to see Richie fall.” He grumbled and Eddie pinched him. “Ow! I’m sorry.” He chuckled as Richie was being taught how to actually stay in position and not fall out of it. The girls decided he was ready to go again and went into position. 

This time when Richie was in the air, he was able to hold it for much longer. He waved happily at Eddie, who looked a little queasy but waved back with a smile. 

We got new hire in the lab today and it’s really cool because he’s a phd student and I’m an undergrad still technically but I get to teach him all this stuff about the lab and how to run the programs and the equipment and he was like “ah you must be doing this for your phd thesis” and I was like “haha no” and he was like “masters thesis?” “Still nope” “…bachelors thesis..?” “Nah I’m still technically a sophomore I just was able to get into a few grad classes and I got hired here” “so this is just a job?” “Ya and this is gonna look kick ass on my resume I’m one of the youngest people to work for the department. I’m too young to get grant money myself even! I had to have the prof submit them in his name!” And surprisingly the guy was super cool with me teaching him stuff like usually grad students throw a fit when the undergrad babies have as much say in things as them and it’s even cooler now because my prof saw how well I handled the lab on my own last week and how much work I got done and it’s at the point now where we’re working as coworkers rather than student and professor like he asks me for advice more than he asks his actual phd student that he’s been working with for years and it’s just so nice the respect I’m getting? For my age and considering I’m a girl?? And a girly girl at that??? Like I get actual important work and not just grunt work and I get my name on things I worked on and I get credit for things like wowie

12x11 coda

It’s not like he hasn’t had this conversation a thousand times before. It shouldn’t be any different this time around. 

“The first monster you killed was just a poltergeist. You were 13.”

“What? I knew how to fight monsters when I was 13?” Dean asks, incredulous.

A rush of affection hits Sam hard. He knows, logically, that Dean losing his memory is a bad thing. But. “You taught me how to shoot a gun when I was 7. Dad was so pissed.”

“So our dad did this, too? We’ve all been fighting monsters all our lives?”

“Pretty much. Family business, you know?”

“OK, so who else in our family fights monsters? Is it just you and me, are we all each other’s got?”

Sam lowers his flashlight and slows down for a second. It’s a weighted question, and Dean doesn’t even know it. “Uh, no. Long story, but our mom is a hunter, too. She doesn’t live with us in the bunker though.”

“The bunker? Is that the place you were talking about a minute ago?”

“Yeah. You and I live there, and sometimes Cas does, too.”


Sam turns and very nearly shines his flashlight right in Dean’s face. “You don’t remember Cas?”

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No One Loves Like Gaston

Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (2017)

Pairing: Gaston x Reader

As requested by anonymous: Well after that gaston story, now I need a fluffy one of him as a dad. Your writing is phenomenal!

A/N: Thank you for your kind words, anon! :) Also, I know people are calling the Beast Adam even if it isn’t his official name. So I’m just gonna go with that.

Gaston never imagined he’d get a second chance. When the Enchantress granted him his life back, he promised that he’d spend his life doing good instead of bad. 

For months, he had tried to gain the forgiveness of the villagers of Villanueve. Belle, bless her soul, as well as the Prince, had forgiven him for his wrong doings after Gaston had shed light of his realizations. Then LeFou had forgiven him too. It didn’t take much, but LeFou knew Gaston. Gaston wasn’t one to ask for forgiveness, so he knew that things were changing. 

Things were slowly going back to the way things were. The more good that Gaston did around the town, the more welcoming the villagers became. Then you came into town and Gaston knew you were his chance of happiness.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Huddling for warmth or they'll die, sexual tension results -I can never get enough

I love this trope a whole lot, anon. thanks for sending it in! hope you like it :)


Clarke lets her head fall back against the wall with a thump. It’s only been a couple of hours, and already her phone is dead, her ass is aching from the hard concrete floor, and she’s starting to shiver.

It wasn’t her fault she got locked in the lab. Really.

She’d insisted Monty go home when he offered to stay back with her, telling him she just had a few more things to finish up. She thinks better with a clean workstation, but she’s not in the habit of tidying as she goes, so every now and then she stays an extra twenty minutes after work to clean up. How could she have known the big storage room– kept at a specific, chilly temperature– locks from the outside after hours?

There was no way she could’ve anticipated it, though that doesn’t stop her from berating herself the longer she sits, cold and annoyed and bored.

She’s done everything she can think of to do. She tried to call for help, but found that she had no service. Tried banging on the doors, but that’s useless when nobody is around to hear her.

So she resigned herself to her fate– spending the night right where she sat. She played games on her phone until she realized she’d want it throughout the night to check the time. She organized the shelves, built a tower out of tissue boxes, and set out paper towels to sit on, protecting herself from the cold, cold floor. But now it’s eight thirty, far too early to go to sleep, and she’s out of ideas.

Another thump as her head falls back against the wall again. And another. It’s been two and a half hours, is she already going crazy?

All of a sudden, the door opens.

She squints against the brightness, momentarily blinded.

“Holy shit,” someone says, as she blinks furiously. “Are you okay?”

“Thank god,” she sighs, scrambling to her feet, her limbs stiff. When she looks up again, she can make out the figure of a security guard, just as he steps further in. Too far. “No, no, no–” she cries, rushing toward the door, but it’s too late. It shuts behind him with an ominous locking sound. She swears and beats on it with her palms, knowing it’s no use.

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Aladdin  {Sentence Starters}

  • “I’m in trouble.“
  • “He’s got a sword!“
  • “Oh, I feel sheepish.“
  • “You’re just… trapped.”
  • “I wish for your freedom.“
  • “All this for a loaf of bread?“
  • “Who disturbs my slumber?“
  • “Tell. Her. The. TRUUUUUTH!”
  • “Uh, rule #1: I can’t kill anybody.“
  • “I’ve been looking all over for you!“
  • “Tragic, isn’t it? But, no harm done.“
  • “I can’t believe it. I’m losing to a rug.“
  • “Quick, wish for something outrageous!”
  • “I can’t bring people back from the dead.“
  • “It’s not a pretty picture. I don’t like doing it!“
  • “All right, you bad boy. But no more freebies.”
  • “You’re too kind. I’m embarrassed. I’m blushing.”
  • “Sadly, yes. She is my sister. She’s a little crazy.“
  • “You’re speechless, I see. A fine quality in a wife.“
  • “Getting into trouble a little early today, aren’t we?”
  • “Look at me from the side. Do I look different to you?“
  • “Looks like we’re gonna have to find a way outta here.”
  • “You’re gonna grant me any three wishes I want, right?“
  • “No, really. On a scale of one to ten, you are an eleven.“
  • “Trouble? No way. You’re only in trouble if you get caught.“
  • “Ten thousand years will give you such a crick in the neck.“
  • “You’ve certainly proven your worth as far as I’m concerned.“
  • “No matter what anybody says, you’ll always be a prince to me.“
  • “Rick ‘em, rack 'em, rock 'em, rake! Stick that sword into that snake!“
  • “But, what am I talking about? Let’s get real here, it’s not gonna happen.”
  • “Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts.“
  • “If you wanna court the little lady, you gotta be a straight shooter. Do ya got it?”
  • “And all of a sudden you’re walking out on me? I don’t think so… Not right now!“
  • “Such a thing would be greater than all the magic and all the treasures in all the world!”

Warnings: I don’t think there is… I guess season 9 & 10 spoilers? (character deaths)
Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester, Sister Winchester Reader, Castiel
Summary: You’re tired of everyone and everything
Reader’s Age: High school
Word Count: 1553

Y/N: Your Name

A/N: This is kinda for a fren of mine who is/went through some of this so I mainly wrote it for her and based off her situation(s) so yeah. Enjoy!

These past few weeks have not been the easiest. You’ve been getting really tired of everyone and everything. It seems everyone ignores you or uses you for their own gain. It’s always Sam and Dean Winchester, never Sam, Dean, and Y/N Winchester. It’s always “The Brothers” it’s always about them. Everyone just seems to forget about you until you show up.

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Don't wanna know

Request 1: Smut and cute

Request 2: Can u pls do a imagine where yn and justin are having a Q&A onstage then someone asks a dirty question which justins answers then yn tries to deny it and gets embarrassed & jokingly mad at justin. Make it cute/funny thank youu!

Warnings: Smut at the end. And the length. It’s long….

I joined two requests for this one, just to kill two birds with one stone. hope It’s still enjoyable.

It was always so fun when interacting with the fans. The way they squealed in excitment but tried their hardest to hide the elation, just to make Justin feel comfortable. No matter what anyone says or does, the true beliebers will always care and respect Justin’s emotions and feelings. 

“Hi!” The girl exclaimed in over excitment. 

“Hi sweetheart, what’s your name?” Justin asked, repositioning my legs over his lap.

“C-Crystal.” She stutters, hands trembling. It wasn’t hard to spot the tears forming in the poor girls eyes and I wouldn’t be surprised if she suddenly dropped the microphone from a sudden panic attack.

“Crsytal.” Justin repeats, as if testing the name on his tongue. “Such a beautiful name. Much cooler then Justin.” 

The crowd aw’s and giggles. “What’s your question for us beautiful?” 

The brunette whips her long beach wavy hair over her shoulder, taking a deep breath in then exhaling it with a small sigh. “Okay. This one’s for Y/N - If you hadn’t met Justin, where do you think you be right now?”

My eyes widen at the question, not expecting it to be something so deep and meaningful. “Like right now, as in right now? Or right now as in this period in my life?” I questioned through my gold encrusted microphone. It was made specifically for me after I won my first grammy, and was a gift from Justin. I’ve had it for a little over a year now but it is and will forever be my favourite microphone. Not just becuase it’s made specifically for me, but because it was given to me by someone I love with all my heart. 

“In this period of time.” Crystal answers.

“Well…” I trail off, looking towards Justin for a split second. “First of all, I don’t really know if I want to imagine life without Justin.” 

The crowd aw’s and cheers at this, and I chuckle. “But to answer your question. Honestly, I really don’t know. I met Justin during a really hard period in my life. I was suffering from a very severe case of depression and was taking very large doses of uppers. Without him, I would probably still be depressed somewhere, not making any music, or maybe even dead from the amount of medication I was taking.”

“Well thank god for Justin.” Crystal joked. The crowd cheers in agreement and I smile in response, wrapping the hand not gripping my microphone around Justin. “Agreed.”

Justin and I thank Crystal for the question and she cheerfully replies with some kind words of how much she loves us, before the man with the microphone begins moving towards another girl in spite to ask a question.“Oh my God, hello?!” 

This girl seemed to be of a darker race, with beautiful caramel skin - almost of a latin family, maybe mixed race? Young face looking no older then 14. Hair long and curly let loose in thick strands down her body. Bright blue eyes peering at the both of us in shock, but a mischievous smile planted on her face. 

“Hi.” Justin and I laugh at her almost confused greeting. “And what’s your name beautiful?” I question.

The girl smiles up at me in appreciation, responding with pride. I liked her confidence. “Asia.” 

“Asia.” I spoke in shock. “I love that name!” I exclaimed, but it sounded like a whine. “Can we name our daughter Asia?” I asked Justin. Justins face fell in shock and confusion as the crowd roared with the same emotions. 

“Daughter?! …..Are you pregnant?!”

“What? No!…But like - for future reference. Can we?”

As that was said, he untensed, a look of relief washing over. “Jesus you scared me.” He exclaimed with a hand over his heart. “Yeah - whatever - I don’t care right now. Just don’t do that again.”

I smiled and chuckled at his idioticness and shook my head while turning back over to the girl. “Alright Asia, what’s on your mind?”

“How healthy is your sex life? And do you have any kinks? Who’s whipped?” 

My mouth drops in shock, face pailing but also rising to a bright red at the question. This girl could not have been older then 13 - 14 at most! The crowd laughs and cheers at the girls question, but the only response I could muster, other then a nervous laugh was “Okay, I think we should head over to the next question.” 

Though Justin had other ideas.

With a smug smirk and raised face of what seemed to be pride, he replied solemnly with “We have a very healthy sex life. Theres action every night. Always trying something new.” 

My eyes whipped over to Justin in shock at the fact he had just announced our sex routine to not only 80,000 fans but undoubtedly the whole word. And with that much pride and ease?! He was in for it at the end of this.


“And I can definitely say Y/N’s got a few kinks.” He chuckles as if it was so obvious. 

“I do not!” I blush into the mic.

“Oh yeah? Well, I find it weird how I go from being your baby boy to your dad every time we get hot and flustered.” 

Oh my God.

“If you ask me, I don’t think being your dad and you son works. Does it?” He smirks.

“Boi, I swear to God-!” I exclaim but am soon interrupted. 

“And I’ve definently got Y/N whipped. Always.” 

“Okay, that’s enough I think. Next question please!” 

As the mic is passed down through a few more people, I can’t help but notice the smug and firm smirk on Justin’s face, as if he had just accomplished something he could brag about to all his friends, or in this case, to the entire world.

I just sigh and continue on with the Q’n’A.

“Thank you Australia!” Justin yells into the mic. “It’s Been a wonderful night.” 

After being accompanied by the cheers of the crowd, the final song finally coming to an end, Justin and the dancers ran off the stage and over to the wings, all wet with the rain from the last song and also a layer of sweat from the hard work they just put into the remainder of the show.

After handing Justin and a few other dancer’s - including Ely and Audrey - the three towels I was holding - Scooter a few other backstage crew member’s tending to the rest - I kissed Justin on the cheek, praising his hard work tonight before we both set off to his dressing room to change out of his wet clothes. 

“So…That Q’n’A during break was fun.” The smirk was so evident on his face, It was hurting having to hide the temptation of slapping it off clean.

“You know you - your very annoying.” I suddenly said, while trying hide the rising blush.

“Am I?” He smiled, only fueling my short temper further. 

“Don’t! Don’t do that Jay. This isn’t funny. Now the whole world knows about our sex life.” I pout.

Justin chuckles, looking over at me as if I was an adorable baby who had just dropped his cookie. “Aw! Does that bother you?” 

“Yes. actually, It does.” I answered smartly just as we approached the front of Justin’s dressing room. After pushing inside and locking the door firmly behind us, I handed Justin his spare clothes for the evening and placed myself aggressively on the couch, awaiting for his move to change. I was in no mood for chit-chat, just wanting to get out of here and back to the hotel.

But to no avail he did anything. Instead, he slowly crept towards me, placing himself on the seat beside me, running his right hand up and down my right thigh.

“C’mon baby girl. Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” I spat aggressively, shoving his hand away.

But he only seemed amused by my actions. “Like that.” He chuckled, scooting closer. “I don’t like it when your mad.”

“Welp, you should of though of that before you went ahead and basically exposed our private life.” I said. But it sounded as if I was stating the most obvious thing to ever be said. 

“Babe, if you think about it, I was kind of complimenting you.” He says in attempt to lift up my mood. 

“Don’t bullshit me Justin.” I warn. He chuckles “Alright…Then at least let me make it up to you.”

As his hand begins to slide further up my thigh, quickly approaching my sensitive and slightly heated center, I couldn’t shake the sudden urge to pull back and kiss him with full force, no matter how hard I tried to avoid it. 

His lips danced on mine in such rhythmical sync, that you would think they were professional dancers which had been practicing the same routine for years. learning and perfecting every step and move. 

But before things could get anywhere, a knock on the door had us groaning and hesitantly pulling apart, Scooters voice echoing through the barrier of thick wood.

“Speed it up Justin, we need to be out of here in 5!”

Scooter’s words had me feeling even more bothered, especially after not receiving the release of tension building between my legs. Justin peered up at me through dark,  lust filled eyes, so easy to spot that he was just as bothered as I was. “Quickie?”

“Don’t even think about it.” I muttered, stepping towards the door.

There was no way I was gonna grant myself a quickie. I needed something big and tiring to release all this tension. “Just hurry up.”

The car ride was as silent as a graveyard during a cold winter night. It also held the tension you received after stepping into one too. Justin and I had our mouths shut for one reason and one reason only - sexual tension. Scooter on the other hand was just too busy typing away on his phone to care, and the driver was only doing his job so what was there to talk about? Nothing really.

After tipping the driver and checking into the hotel room, Justin, Scooter and I finally parted ways once arriving to the floor we rented out for the crew. Exchanging a good night with the sweet man, he walked off towards room 248 without another peep. 

As for Justin and I, it was a very heavy hearted walk towards room 254. Full of lust and impatience. 

It took a second for Justin to quit fumbling with the key card and the key swipe to enter the room due to all the sexual frustration, but once the sound of a click was heard, indicating a success towards the transition, it was all hell breaking loose from there. 

The door was shoved open, then slammed back shut by the force of Justin pushing me against it once we had entered the room. Forceful and lust filled kisses trailed all over my body. But a large pause from me once feeling Justin’s attempt in removing my top. 

As much to Justin’s dismay, I pulled away from the kiss and slightly breached out of his grasp, causing his hand to drop down to his side and a frown to settle on his flawless face. “Y/N.” he whined. 

“Uh - uh.” I cooed. “All with patience baby.” 

I began staggering over towards the bathroom, dragging along my suitcase which had been delivered up here earlier. 

“What are you doing?” He questioned, eyed following and observing me every move.

You’ve got me whipped, huh? We’ll just see about that.”

And then I was off.


Startled? Confused? I couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact emotion coursing through my body at this very moment, but after hearing her words echoing through my head once again, I felt as if I had a pretty good idea.

You’ve got me whipped, huh? We’ll just see about that.

It was excitment.

It had been a few seconds since Y/N had stalked into the bathroom ever so suddenly, but the shuffling noises echoing from inside told me that I was in for something a little more exciting then a small bathroom break.

And without hesitation I quickly began darting around the room, setting the scene of every romantic thing I could muster up in my sex clouded state of mind. After lighting a few small votive candles the hotel supplied, I made quick to grab and pour two cups of champagne and even went as far as taking out some of Y/N’s toys, for when I can’t be there to satisfy her.

The click of the bathroom door had my thoughts interrupted and my  body whirling around to catch sight of Y/N, standing by the door in a white strappy lingerie that hugged her curves in a way that was too good for her own good. 

And completing the outfit was a pair of fluffy white handcuffs, dangling from her fingers. “Damn Y/N. You look -”

“Shh.” She hushed, stalking towards me in a pair of bulky stiletto’s. “Shut up, you don’t get to say anything.” Once she was stood directly in front of me, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander her glorious body, appreciating every dip and curve that made up my beautiful girl. Her hands roamed my torso, sliding in and out of my purpose shirt before settling at the hem of it, and quickly ripping  it over my head. 

Slowly stepping back as she continued to step forward, it wasn’t long before my legs hit the edge of the hotel bed, Y/N using her hand to push me down onto it before crawling ontop of me. 

Her glorious body hanging over mine, clit rubbing low on my body forcing an uncontrolled hard-on to appear. “Fuck baby girl, I-”

“Uh-uh!” she growled, eyes dancing with a putrid fire. “You really need to be put in your place. Taught the right way to respect a lady. Tell me baby boy, do you talk to your mother with that dirty, dirty mouth?” She whispered.

Her tone and choice of words had me whimpering under her. Where did she learn to do all this?

“Well,” She smirked. “It’s a good thing we have these, isn’t it?” She held up the cuffs, dangling them over my face before leaning forward and lifting both wrists high onto the bed frame. After threading the chain through the expensive bars of the headboard, she cuffed each hand tightly, making sure there was no escape for me.

She was in control, and she wanted me to know that. 

A trail of wet kisses down my neck had goosebumps chasing in its track, before she stopped, planting her lips on the spot between the crook of my neck, sucking tenderly on the skin. Her slender, manicured hand slid low down my body, sliding through the hem of my shorts before settling around my hard dick.

Rubbing and teasing the tip purposely. “Tell me baby boy, what do you want?”

“I want you.” I responded eagerly. 

“I need you to be more specific.” She smirked. “Beg for me.” She whispered.

“Put me in your mouth.” I whimpered to which she threw an innocent gaze my way. “What was that?” 

“Please put me in your mouth, baby girl.” She hummed in satisfaction before sliding down ever so slightly, until she was in line with my crotch. Her feminine hands yanking down the basketball shorts I sported without hesitation and wasting no time in licking at the swollen head of my raging dick. I looked down at the girl as she jerked my hardening cock off, only with her mouth.

She started slow but quickly sped to a pace that had me whimpering and grunting all in the fate of her mouth. “Baby-”

With a pop, my dick was released from her mouth. “What did I say?” 

“I know, but can you at least release one hand.” I begged. 

“Hmm…Only cause you’ve been a good boy. I’ll make an exception.”

After using the key the cuffs came with to unlock one cuff, she clipped it back onto the headboard, still restricting one hand. But none the less she went back to her previous actions, pleasuring me with her mouth.

Her beautiful mouth that was sending my mind into overdrive.

As she sucked and licked, nipped and bit at my dick, I ran my fingers through her hair, whimpering at every little thing she did. It wasn’t until I felt a slight gag course through her when my high really began approaching. And she must have noticed. 

“Cum, for me baby boy,” Y/N moaned against my dick as her thrusts became erratic. At the sharpness of Y/N biting into my flesh, I shuddered and twitched in her mouth as waves of pleasure upon pleasure drowned me. I shook euphorically as Y/N moaned, sending vibrations throughout my entire body and shot my warm cum inside her mouth.  I was held frozen through my orgasm before my body gave into exhaustion.

Satisfied with her work, Y/N wiped her mouth clean of any mess and swallowed my salty pleasure. running her hands over my body once more before smirking, “How was it?”

Amazing baby.” I said through heavy breaths “Where did you learn to do that?” 

“It’s a secret.” Was all she said before cuffing my wrists and placing the cuffs on my bedside table. After switching off the lamp, she cuddled into my side, holding me for dear life as we fell asleep in each others arms.


Y/N groaned, rolling through the tossel of sheets while clutching onto my body, obviously to tired and oblivious to catch onto our surroundings. But soon reality took over and we both shot up, glancing around the room.

Cuffs on the table beside me, burnt out candles still lingering in the air, discarded - but not freshly used sex toys scattered around the floor after being kicked off the bed, me sitting naked, covered by nothing but a sheet, and Y/N’s body dressed in nothing but a revealing strappy lingerie.

Then embarrassingly enough, Scooter, Za, Khalil and worst of all, my mother, all standing by the entrance of our room.

Horrified looks planted across our faces, everyone slowly and awkwardly began to leave the room, all too embarrassed to even speak. 

All but Scooter, who just sighed. “I don’t even want to know.”


#kara means so much to her #so so so much to her at this point #and you can see the moment cat realizes that very thing #it’s a hug #it’s just a hug #and cat doesn’t think about it at first #because cat grant is affectionate #she’s physically affectionate with those she cares about and so this isn’t a big deal #until it is #until she realizes she’s hugging kara #she’s hugging her sunny assistant and her superhero and her inspiration #she’s hugging /kara/ #there are so few people in the world that touch her so easily #that offer hugs and physical comfort and connection like this #and i think in this moment she realizes just how deeply she cares for kara #how /nice/ it is that kara cares about her right back #and so that first gif is surprise #but the second gif is desperation #you can see how her fingers curl into kara #how her nails dig into the material of the cape and she pulls kara closer #and i didn’t catch this at first #but kara starts it #kara’s arm moves first #she pulls cat closer #because kara is grateful and scared and she expresses herself though touch so much #and cat gets it and responds in kind #she lets this superstrong alien (who just weeks ago had thrown her from this very height) #lets kara pull her close #and so she holds on as tight as she can too #and in that third gif i think there’s a little bit of fear #not of kara #but of how deeply she cares /about/ kara #of the power kara holds over her #of the first connection she’s let herself make outside of her sons #’because of you i started letting people in’ #and in the fourth and fifth gifs you can see her accept it #decide to continue to let this girl - who’s done nothing but push her and surprise her and change her - in #cat grant isn’t going to let fear stop her #and so the bravest thing she can do #is continue to let kara get closer and closer

Game With the Bros

Oh no, Grant started trying to take off his shirt again. Sure we were at the soccer game with all our guy friends but he’s been making it obvious that he’s trying to show off his stuff. 

“Grant!” I exclaimed trying to get his attention. He wasn’t responding. “Grant” I said a little more weakly. “Ugh, Emily” I whispered in my new baritone voice hoping to gain his attention. She turned and I tugged his shirt down on the back. 

“Oh my god, Sar- Jake” The so-called Grant caught himself mid sentence. “What’s wrong with taking my shirt off, a couple other guys have taken theirs off” Grant replied. 

“Em- I mean Grant we have to blend in more, you’re making a scene by trying to take your shirt off so much, a couple of the other guys asked about you and said you were acting weird!” I responded back in a whisper.

“I get that, but like, we didn’t take over Grant and Jake’s bodies to do nothing. Besides look at my body now, it’s sexy as fuck and I can’t wait to show it off, maybe even for some guys too.” She responded teasingly. 

“No! You absolutely can not do that!! Emi-Grant, how could you even consider that. Look, just keep your shirt on for now and we’ll see what happens at the frat party we’re hosting tonight. But let’s have fun pretending to be Grant and Jake!” I tried to explain the best I could.

Grant suddenly had a look in his eye. “Yeah, I’m sure we could find something to do upstairs at the party.” He replied with a wink. I immediately felt a boner, which was an incredibly weird experience for the first time. I had to hold myself back from kissing Grant on the spot. 

“Or, we could head back now and ‘set up for the party’” I responded hardly resisting my urges. Grant bit his lip.

“Hey guys, I think Jake and I are gonna head back and clean the house up a bit before the party tonight. We’ll see you back at the house.” Grant announced.

As we walked away from the group he grabbed my dick when no one was around. “How could I even think of doing this?” He said sarcastically. “Well it seems like you want to do this too.” 

It was true, it was agonizing having to wait to get back to the house before we could do anything, but the trip would be worth it.

Should’ve Known

Okay so I have wanted to write something for this fandom for a long time but I was fucking terrified. But I made this side blog so I can write (at least this one thing) and see how y’all feel about it. If it is well received, I may keep going or if it turns out not to be for me, I’ll cut my losses and move on. But there’s no harm in trying, right? So here goes. @wwe-smutfics @kairianneyukari21 Thanks for letting me tag you guys in this, I really appreciate it.

Seth Rollins/OC: Things get messy backstage and Dean lends you an Ambrose Asylum shirt because you got caught in the crossfire. Seth sees and freaks out, resulting in some jealousy smut in his dressing room.

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PART 6/? 

  • “ i’m the son of rage and love. “
  • “ i don’t know where i am. “
  • “ i don’t know this place. “
  • “ i don’t recognize anybody. “
  • “ is it just a game? “
  • “ the night was all you had. “
  • “ i don’t know just how it happened. “
  • “ i let down my guard. “
  • “ swore i’d never fall in love again but i fell hard. “
  • “ i guess i should have seen it coming. “
  • “ i fell into your arms. “
  • “ you came into my crazy world like cool and cleansing grace. “
  • “ i’m addicted to you. “
  • “ shame on me for loving you. “
  • “ when the world gets too heavy, put it on my back. “
  • “ you are taking me apart. “
  • “ it was always you falling for me. “
  • “ teenagers scare the living shit out of me. “
  • “ did you get what you deserve? “
  • “ no one ever had much nice to say. “
  • “ i think they never liked you anyway. “
  • “ you’re dead. “
  • “ there’s an endless road to rediscover. “
  • “ i love everything you do. “ 
  • “ i found myself dreaming it’s over and gone. “
  • “ we were walking on moonlight. “
  • “ we’re not promised tomorrow. “
  • “ i’m gonna love you like i’m gonna use you. “
  • “ i won’t take you for granted. “
  • “ can i hold on a little longer? “
  • “ who am i supposed to tell now? “
  • “ go away from here. “
  • “ i will not ask you where you came from. “
  • “ honey just put your sweet lips on my lips. “
  • “ we should just kiss like real people do. “
  • “ when it rains on this side of town, it touches everything. “
  • “ just say it again and mean it. “
  • “ we don’t miss a thing. “
  • “ how could you do it? “
  • “ i never saw it coming. “
  • “ why can’t you stay just long enough to explain. “
  • “ she wasn’t worth all the time you spent. “
  • “ i’ve been waiting for you.”
  • “ you’ve been waiting for me. “
  • “ tell me that you’ll always be true. “
  • “ forget me not, my dear. “
  • “ we walk like there’s nothing wrong. “
  • “ her beauty’s a wonder. “
  • “ i don’t even know if i believe. “
  • “ tell me i’m alive. “
  • “ this is never gonna go our way. “
  • “ i feel overjoyed. “
  • “ words are all we had. “
  • “ how am i gonna get myself back home? “
  • “ we are the last people standing. “
  • “ don’t go without me. “
  • “ you say you know love. “
  • “ you are just reflecting words you hear. “
  • “ it’s just another lie. “
  • “ it’s just another calculation. “
  • “ i’ve spent my life becoming invisible. “
  • “ give me something to remember. “
General Apocalypse Memes

• “ Where were you? When the bombs went off?
• ” I’m out of bullets. “
• ” You lose anyone? “
• ” I lost everything. “
• ” One good thing about the apocalypse? No more traffic jams. “
• ” Is that blood, or did the mystery can contain tomato soup? “
• ” What do you think started this? “
• ” The bombs/angels/demons/deadly virus/natural disasters/alien invasion/insert other struck so fast, killed so many… It’s a miracle anyone’s alive.
• “ Jesus, thank God! I thought I was the last one! ”
• “ We need to find shelter. It’s getting dark… ”
• “ Do you pray anymore? ”
• “ Let’s get wasted. Whatever deity that’s out there anymore just granted us a bottle of scotch. ”
• “ The fire won’t light, the wood is too wet! ”
• “ Are you crying? ”
• “ Please, don’t cry! I-I know things seem bad right now, but they will get better. ”
• “ How many bullets do we have left? ”
• “ _______, you gotta hold still, baby, I can’t… I can’t fix this unless you sit still. ”
• “ How dumb do you have to be to still think there’s any hope left?! ”
• “ HELP! ”
• “ We’re gonna die here. Aren’t we? ”
• “ I just wish I coulda said goodbye to my mom. My dad. My family… ”
• “ Shit! _______, the floor is caving! HURRY UP, COME ON! Take my hand! ”
• “ Don’t you dare do that again, you crazy asshole! ”
• “ This is it? Your fucking sanctuary is… is a goddamn school bus?! ”
• “ How the hell are you still alive? ”
• “ Welp. Seeing as how this is the end and all… You got a cigarette/condom/pen/gun? ”
• “ Who the hell sees the apocalypse and decides to carry a damn photo album? ”
• “ Heh. I know this thing is gonna be our end, but man… Isn’t it beautiful? ”
• “ DAMNIT! NO! ”
• “ The car won’t go anymore. We’re screwed, _______. As if we weren’t already. ”
• “ What are those things? ”
• “ We can’t bring them/go with them! They could be psychos! ”
• “ Oho… This is just fucking hilarious. Look! You’d think the dumb tabloids would have something on the end of days, but no. They focus on Kim Kardashians ass. ”
• “ Maybe we aren’t supposed to survive this. ”
• “ This isn’t how we die! We don’t die like this, ______, you hear me, asshole?! Now stand up and get your ass into the fucking car, or so help me, I will put a bullet in your pretty face! ”
• “ Why are you laughing? ”
• “ It’s Christmas Eve/Christmas Day/New Years Eve/ New Years Day/my birthday today. ”
• “ If this is the last thing you hear and I say, then fuck it. _______, I love you. ”

🛏— said in a sleepy voice. Your muse is either exhausted or just rolling out of bed. The apocalypse has no consideration for your muses beauty sleep.
💧— said in a sad voice. Your muse is either crying, about to cry, after crying, or just really really sad.
The apocalypse tends to have that effect.
💥— said in an angry voice. Your muse is furious, at the end of their tether, and about to cause their very own apocalypse.
👤— said in a monotonous voice. Your muse literally couldn’t care if they tried. End of days? Whatever dude.
👄— said in a flirty tone. Your muse is romantically/sexually interested in my muse. Because it’s gonna take more than an apocalypse to screw up your love life!
🕶— said in a casual tone. Your muse could not give a damn, because today is taco tuesday. Pass on them tortillas and let’s get this party started.

Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day

I am so late to the game with this but I apologize… life, work, fiancé, son.. etc… threw me behind today and I am just now getting to my computer… (doing a Keep Reading because I kind of rambled on a little bit)

I want to thank the ones who have mentioned me today and let you all know how much I love you! Without all of you that follow me on a semi-regular basis, I can promise you I would not be here on Tumblr today.

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anonymous asked:

I'm gonna swoop from a request I saw on another blog but can you do one where his s/o wakes up from a coma and doesn't remember him, I wanna cry too lol 💓

A/N: cry?

Black eyes blink rapidly as he paces back and forth outside the hospital room. His nails have already been bitten down to nubs, inflamed towards the tops so he settled on picking the skin around it instead. He pauses occasionally to check the time on his phone, as it seems centuries have passed since he was granted access by a nurse to come visit you. His hands shake with worry as he’d just received the call from your friend this morning, not giving him enough time to take anything to calm his nerves, but it didn’t matter, you were finally awake after so long and that’s all that mattered to him. He jumps when the familiar voice of the nurse who’d escorted him to the room sounds behind him.

“You can come in now, sir.”

He stares at the nurse for a moment before hesitantly walking over to the opened door behind her. The room is bright for once, as it had been dark every other time he visited. He spots you by the window, sitting comfortably in a chair as you conversed with your friend on the other side. You look up from the conversation and notice him. You don’t react and neither does he as he slowly approaches you. Your friend shoots glances at the both of you, occasionally meeting the eyes of the nurse who stands behind 2D.

2D’s hands twiddle together before he lowers them to his sides, he runs the pads of his thumbs over each finger as he clears his throat to speak, “Hey, Y/N,” his voice cracks.

“Hey…” you respond, turning to look at your friend.

No one says anything in that moment until the nurse behind him offers him a chair before leaving the room to retrieve a new water pitcher for you.

2D scoots his chair closer to you and stares at you, wanting to tell you how much he’d been worried about you since the accident but nothing comes to mind as your blank stare worries him further. He looks down at your folded hands on your lap before reaching his hand out to them but freezes when you move your hand away, “Y/N?”

“… Yes?” you say, eyeing him skeptically.

There’s not much to say after that, he turns to your friend expectantly, they raise their shoulders before they ask you, “Um, Y/N do you know who this is?”


All the color from 2D’s face vanishes at that one word.

“Oh boy, this is not good,” your friend says and holds their head in their hands. They get up and mention 2D to follow them, you stare at them both oddly as they step outside the room.

“Y/N forgot about me…” 2D says staring at the floor.

“It could be temporary amnesia or something. That happens, right? Didn’t that happen to you and then you were fine after?” your friend assures him, but he doesn’t say anything after that.

The both of them wait outside of your room until your physician comes and your friend explains the situation. Some tests are done throughout the week, 2D stops by every time, him and your friend taking turns with the night shifts as he falls asleep in the chairs beside you. After a couple weeks, results are finally given as 2D and your friend wait outside your room again with your physician.

“Well, Y/N was able to recall some memories, however the trauma inflicted on the brain has impaired the ability to recall some long term memories prior to the accident.”

“How come I wasn’t forgotten?” your friend asks, hands crossed over their chest as they exchange glances with 2D.

“Most likely because you grew up together, as Y/N is able to recall family members, holidays, and memories similar to that. You see—”

“Why was I forgotten?” 2D cuts the doctor off.

They thin their lips and shrug sympathetically. i hate when doctors do this on the TV but I put it in cause it makes me laugh lol do ur job

2D stands alone with your friend as you sit in your hospital room talking to a couple of coworkers. Your friend passes him as they walk inside. 2D stands at the doorframe, you look up at your approaching friend and then at 2D before you ask them something while looking at him. He smiles faintly before you turn your head to continue your conversation. You don’t turn to look at him again and he slowly leans his weight off of the door frame before walking down the corridor towards the exit.


do he come back? we don’t knOW might continue this maybe

There is nobody else

Louis Tomlinson - 1746 words (Requested by anon)


“I’m actually quite nervous to meet them, you know.” I mumble towards my boyfriend, playing with the chipped off black nail polish on my left fingers. Louis is humming a tune, unfamiliar to me, probably the melody to one of the new songs he has been working on, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel to the rhythm. “You shouldn’t be love, I’m sure they’ll adore you.” Louis smiles briefly at me before his left hand lets go of the steering wheel to pat my thigh in a soothing manner, keeping it there as he gives the thick flesh a final squeeze.

“Besides, you’ve met Harry already. And you’ve skyped with Niall once.” Louis adds, nodding his head as if confirming his own words in his mind before taking a turn, the flat where Liam lives already coming into view. We were celebrating the holidays with his mates, them all coming together for a meal and I don’t know whatever they were about to plan next, but it would be the first time I would meet all of One Direction in actual person, after dating Louis for four months.

I’ve met Harry casually when he stopped by Louis’ place for something I can’t pinpoint anymore, and he seemed rather friendly though rushed. I hope they were all that friendly towards me, because I wouldn’t be able to cope with the fact that my boyfriend’s friends don’t like me.

“Yeah I know but still..” I trail off, absentmindedly biting the nail on my left pointer finger as I see Louis park his car. What if I’m overdressed? What if I’m underdressed? They’re not gonna like me at all I just know for sure maybe I can fake being sick or something and we can just go home, I’ll do this another time maybe.. Or maybe never, that would be nice too.

“Love, come on. They’re waiting we were already running late.” Louis holds out his hand for me to take as he stands by my opened car door, my shaky hand resting in his before I pull myself out of the vehicle. Louis’ greeting with Liam being one for the books, with a romantic bro hug and a slap to the back. I smile politely as Liam grants me a bright grin, motioning me in with a simple hello.
“You must be y/n. I’ve heard so much about you! And you’re even more beautiful in person.” I can feel the blush already creep onto my cheeks and right now the inner me is fangirling like a maniac, but I simply thank Liam as I grasp Louis’ hand tightly so he wouldn’t leave me behind.

“Lads, this is y/n. Y/n, this is Niall, Harry and of course Liam.” Louis smiles as he points to every one of them, but of course I already know who is who. Still I simply mutter a ‘hi’ to everyone with a small wave, staying close by Louis, but he pulls me towards the sofa and directs me to sit by Niall.
“Hi.” I grins at me, the crinkles by his eyes increasing as he gives me his brightest smile. I smile back, nodding my head as my eyes trail over to Louis who is discussing something with Harry on the other side, both of their faces bright with joy.

“I am actually a huge fan and this feels awkward.” I chuckle dryly, rubbing my sweaty palms on my dress as I let my gaze fall back onto Niall. “Oh don’t worry love, I am a big fan of yours as well so I’m fangirling on the inside too.” That statement made me snort, and I giggle rather loudly as I try to muffle the sound with my outstretched palm. Immediately the tension I felt drops from my shoulder and I smile towards Louis who gives me a particular look but shrugs it off before resuming his conversation.

“You don’t even know me!” I chuckle, turning my body a bit towards him so we could have a proper conversation. “Yet!” Niall adds with a wink which sends me into a frenzy of giggles again, thanking Liam as he hands me a glass filled with a bubbled liquid. Fancy.

After half an hour Liam redirects the lot towards the table, Niall sitting across from me so we could continue our conversation. Louis let himself fall down next to me, his hand immediately landing on my thigh in a tight manner before giving it a rough squeeze. “Ow, what’s that for?” I groan as I turn towards Louis, unfolding my napkin before placing it on his hands over my lap.
“Sorry love.” Louis merely states, a tiny smile cast towards me before Niall catches my attention again.

“And then he said I never make the same mistake twice, I make it five to six times just to be sure and leapt in again.” Niall is already laughing hysterically by the end of his sentence and my gasp, my hand resting on my chest. “No, you’re not serious?” Niall is at the verge of crying as he nods his head which makes me go into hysterics with him, wiping away a tear that has fallen due to this amusement he brings along with him. “You Irish are fucked up, I swear to God!” I chuckle again and Niall raises his glass at my statement, my own glass of wine raised to clink my glass with his.

“Give that girl another refill! She needs it!” Niall booms towards Liam who laughs along and nods his head, standing up to go grab a new bottle of wine from wherever. I am still lightly chuckling as I turn towards Louis, his jaw set tight as he gives me a tight smile. “Love, is something wrong?” I touch his arm lightly, tracing his tattoos as I await his answer. “No, not at all.”
The sarcasm is dripping from his words and I want to roll my eyes because he is doing this again for no reason at all, but I decide to drop it and have a lovely evening with his friends who are absolutely to die for.

“Liam, let me help you with the plates.” I push myself into a standing position as I already collect my empty plate, my balance a little off with how much wine Niall has been giving me in the past hour. Liam smiles gratefully as I follow him towards his kitchen, gasping at the size of his whole flat as I pass by the open doors. “You have a lovely home.” I compliment him as I put the plates near the sink, turning around as Liam puts his pile down as well. “Thanks, I’ve decorated it myself. Could you run the water? I’m gonna get the glasses too ‘cause I have another wine for the main course.” Liam smiles as he skips out of the kitchen and I turn on the tap, my fingers tapping against the expensive marble as I wait for the sink to full up.

“Enjoying yourself?” I hear my boyfriend’s voice behind me and a smile graces my lips as I turn around, but it is immediately wiped off of my face as I see his expression. “What’s wrong babe?”
“You and Niall get along pretty well, don’t you think?” I shrug my shoulders as I watch Louis take tentative steps closer towards me, his fingertips trailing over the same marble I was tapping mere minutes ago. “Yeah, he is quite friendly. But I didn’t expect otherwise.” I smile as I raise my arms to embrace my boyfriend in a hug but he keeps his distance.

“You’re mine, but it doesn’t show that way.” Louis grunts and I roll my eyes visibly this time, his jaw tense again as he sees my motion. “Don’t fucking do that.”
“Louis you are overreacting, please.” I try to reason with him, stepping closer to him as I let my arms fall around his waist. “You’re forgetting whose you are.” I refrain from rolling my eyes again and squeeze his waist, kissing his jaw briefly before stepping out of the embrace I made.
“No I am not, I am trying to mingle with your friends so they like me. And I thought I was doing a good job.” I cross my arms over my chest, raising my eyebrows at him as a smirk takes over my lips.

Louis seems at a loss for words and I step towards him again, lacing my fingers through his. “You never laugh with me like that..” he trails off, squeezing my hand as he averts his gaze from mine.
“Of course we do! Now you’re just focused on this.” I coo, kissing his chin as I lace my arms around his waist a second time. “Don’t be jealous, it’s not a good look on you.” I finish off, hoping he’d drop it now, for once and all.

“I’m sorry I just-“ Louis starts but I cut him off with a kiss to his lips, standing on my tippy toes. “I love you Louis, only you.” I pat his bum and let go,  turning back to the sink which is nearing the brink of overflowing as I hastily turn the tap off. “Where is Liam? He was just grabbing glasses..” I grumble as I push past Louis, slapping his bum again as if to tell him non verbally that he is in my way.”

“Y/n.” I stop and turn around, raising my eyebrow at my lounging boyfriend.
“You’re mine, right?” He seems quite nervous and I roll my eyes before smiling brightly at him. “Of course Louis, always.” I walk out of the kitchen to see Liam laughing with Niall and Harry, the glasses dangling from his hands.

“We were wondering where you two were!” Niall chuckles as he raises his almost empty glass, his eyes turned into slits due to his excessive smiling. “Sit down, I’ll do the rest.” Liam smiles as he motions to my seat and I let myself fall down, Niall already filling my glass back up. Louis lets himself fall down next to me, pressing a kiss on my cheek before raising his glass.
“To friends and a good new year!” Louis chants and we all reciprocate, cheering as we chug our alcohol down and Louis takes me in a protective sideways hug and I smile at my boyfriend and his amazing friends, which I am now glad to be a part of.

Hope you like it,
Lots of love,
L. xox

Transformers as a Fandom For Adults is in this bizarre, indefinite puberty now. There’s weird growth spurts, things just aren’t quite fitting, it’s hard to gauge how mature it should be at any time, and it’s sometimes kind of a wonder it hasn’t gotten itself killed by accident by now.

Like… as a franchise, it’s no Star Wars, Marvel or DC. Probably never will be. It’s not something I really see as ever escaping its kid-toy roots, which is probably for the best because that’s what’s always kept TFs afloat. A huge kid-toy buyer base, even if some of what they’re buying is based on… less-than-kid-friendly media. (Though I grew up in an era of Rambo and Alien action figures so this is nothing new.)

As a comic franchise, IDW (and yes even Dreamwave) is probably as good as TF can hope for, company-wise. Marvel and DC aren’t gonna do much with licensed books outside of what their parent companies own, and frankly they’re both having one hell of a time not hemorrhaging readership of their core damn characters even with mega-blockbuster movie series behind them. IDW has carved out a nice sizable niche in licensed books (DW sorta did too before Pat Lee bilked the company to death), and are mostly interference-free. But even that’s not enough to keep titles afloat, as the numerous post-Revolution casualties show. Granted, many of those books are based on long-stagnant nostalgia properties. But if the damn good Til All Are One can’t stay above the “unprofitable” line? (Yes part of that is the comic market SUCKS and is stupid as hell but that’s what we gotta work with, dammit.)

And yet… Transformers as a franchise is also too big for much of what it used to be. The BotCon model of official conventions was really kind of increasingly doomed as time went on, but this really isn’t the fault of the showrunners (mostly). In the 90s and early 2000s, Transformers was pretty much solely a kid-aimed franchise and the adult fans were a bonus. We went along with what was being out out with kids in mind. But as TFs got bigger and could make more adult-aimed stuff, the convention kept focusing on the adults, and with TFs really broadening its range, there was less and less for the 10-and-under crowd to look forward to at the official Transformers convention, and that crowd is the franchise’s bread and butter.

Hasbro can’t get away with making a movie line that’s ALL superposable $30 deluxes with tons of paint. There needs to be ample kid options. Even the nostalgic-aimed Generations toys based on characters from the 80s have to fall under the price points, safety and profit margins for a kid-aimed line, and those numbers are not terribly negotiable.

Thanks to the movies, Transformers is a pop-culture phenomenon far above its contemporaries. No other 80′s toy-advertainment franchise is at its level. Not He-Man, not G.I.Joe, and.. well, not really much there was at TFs level then. He-Man can stagger along barely clinging to relevance with its mail-order figures of obscure cartoon villains because that franchise’s expectations are so low. Hasbro can’t do that with TFs, and not just because the average TF is more expensive to make than pretty much any other figure on the market.

(Power Rangers and TMNT are probably the closest to what TF is right now, though they both came well after TFs had faded the first time around, and I don’t get the impression they have quite the same “acceptable adult entertainment / merchandising” vibe as TF. As far as I know there’s no Power Rangers equivalent to Masterpiece. But that’s a bit outside my knowing-things-sphere so, smarties like @atopfourthwall feel free to correct me.)

TFs has carved out this odd… it’s more than a niche, but it’s still not the Big Leagues, bazillion-dollar movie franchise or no. It’s trying to be a buncha things at once and that’s not bad but it can’t afford to lose either the kid-market or the movie-market; either one will mean we lose a LOT of cool stuff.

We’re too big to eat at the kids table, but not big enough to eat at the grown-ups table. It’s not a BAD place to be, just a weird one, kind of an undiscovered country, and we kinda gotta acknowledge that. So…


310 //

• Finally back in Davao. I was hoping for a whole body massage but was too tired to go out after showering and drive to the city. Ugh. My body’s been craving for a good relaxation too. I sincerely hope i could do so much of that this weekend.

• Also it’s my Father’s birthday this Sunday and the Parentals wanted to celebrate it at home due to some possible business emergencies that might happen during the weekends (sucks right?). Anyway, i’m praying for better plans because like i said i wanted to rent the resort somewhere in Samal to give Papa one hell of a birthday celebration. Buuut it’s his birthday so i’m gonna grant all of his wishes. If possible.

• Although him seeing me daw with someone he can trust or he’s secretly hoping i could introduce a new guy daw to the fam would be good, or an apo is way better, but if not, just my presence is enough. Lol. I know he wanted those things so i’m going to distract him for a fam computer instead so he would stop asking me if i am now dating or whatever. Lol.

Maaan i’m so sleepy so i’m going to hit the sack now alrighty? Talk to you guys soon. 😘

chuklebrotherz  asked:

Bumblebee pregnancy donation prompt. As Blake was taken to the hospital to give birth, Yang, Ruby and Weiss wait patiently in the nearby waiting room. Yang is a mumbling mess, Weiss is bossing around doctors and Ruby is trying to calm them all down.

A/N: Ahhhhh gosh this one was fun and adorable~

Donation prompt info!


“Oh my god, oh my god, oooh my god.”

“Yang, c-calm down.” 

Although Ruby said as much, she couldn’t stop the nervous, excited tremor from working its way into her own voice. 

They were in the hospital lobby, with a quiet, professional kind of atmosphere hanging all around them. 

But everyone there was a mess. 

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