Still at it but not for a while 😂 these are new ones that I came up with, you can follow me on twitter if you wanna I really only post memes on here and make them on twitter now o: hope you like them ❤
Back at it again 😂 I have gotten a lot of messages from people saying that they want me to start posting more, but I couldn’t because of school. But now I’m on Christmas break! :^D so I can finish my piece that I was working on, a Park Chanyeol angust! So please stay with me 🙏 I don’t have a laptop to finish it on but I’ll try my hardest! ❤
Nancy, your friend asked, looking at you pouting. You were sat in the car, parked right outside of a local Rite-Aid at ten o’clock at night. You were in your sweats and a Captain America shirt, your hair in a messy bun.
Your friend dragged you along to go to the store, since she ran out of tampons at her house. She couldn’t drive, due to her cramps that were hurting her back, so you had to drive for her.
“No. Look, you practically dragged me off of the couch just to drive you here to get tampons.” You said. “You could’ve just used PostMates..” You grumbled, crossing your arms.
“But, (Y/N)..” Nancy whined. “What if I get kidnapped?”
“Then I wouldn’t have to deal with your whining ass.” you smirked, gripping the steering wheel. You sighed. “Look, are you going or not?”
“Only if you will!” She said. Your groaned.
The two of you got out of the car, locking it in the process. You walked into the sliding doors and followed Nancy into the aisle. You nodded your head to the song that was playing, then realized that it was your song.
“Hey Nance, remember this song?” You smiled, pointing to the ceiling as she looked through the brands.
“Oh yeah!” She laughed. “Good times.” She smiled.
“Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain’t ever getting older.” You sang loudly, dancing to the beat. You started dancing while Nancy was shaking her head, moving to the other aisle.
“I-I-I, I can’t stop!” You sang, dancing around, closing your eyes.
You didn’t realize that you were singing and dancing along to the beat. All of a sudden, you crashed into a pole. Or what seemed like it.
“We ain’t never getting olde-“ You stopped, held the pole and looked up. You looked up and met two blue eyes staring down at you, smirking in amusement. “Shit. I’m so sorry, sir.” You said.
“No, no. It’s fine. I was enjoying the show.” He smiled.
“Well, I apologize for mistaking you for a pole.” You laughed nervously. He smiled, and realization hit you.
You looked at your Captain America shirt, and then back at him. He laughed at your reaction.
“I like this song too.” He laughed.
"So, baby, pull me closer In the back seat of your Rover That I know you can’t afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder”
He sang along, and moved his body to the beat of the song. You smiled and joined him.
"Pull the sheets right off the corner Of that mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain’t ever getting older”
Once the beat started, you and Sebastian started jumping and laughing in the tampon and pads section of Rite-Aid. You captured the moment. Dancing with Sebastian freaking Stan at almost midnight in New York, at Rite-Aid. Wow. You thought you’d meet him, just not like this.