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Jamaica (Part 3)

Originally posted by inkedcross

I am truly overwhelmed by the love and support. You are all wonderful. I’m so grateful. Here’s Part Two if you missed it. Also, I hope you all like the MMITH reference. Enjoy! xx - L

Warnings: spoiler, but smutty as hell

Word Count: 2,646

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Characters: Jensen x Friend!Reader, Jared x Friend!Reader

Length: 2099+ words

TW: Assault, Depression, Mental health clinic + treatment 

A/N: This will most likely the be first (and only) real people fics I will write. This was an idea that has been swimming in my head for a while, and something that happened recently encouraged me to write it. There are some details in this story that hits close to home. At first I wanted to write a lot of backstory for this character, but I decided to keep it completely open, and focused on the topic and the moment, instead of the character’s past. 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

Y/N stared at the fan with wide eyes. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage as thoughts raced through her mind faster than she could process them. In hindsight, she should’ve seen this coming. The industry always had little consideration to people’s emotions. There was always the option of denying all the rumours, but she knew it wouldn’t go very well. The truth was bound to come out, and it would be best to address it right away before it gets any further. At least this version was the closest to the truth.

She felt someone touch her elbow, and she immediately flinched, pulling her elbow back and taking two steps backwards. She stared at the two people she shared the stage with fearful eyes, almost letting out a whimper. Willing herself to calm down, she address the elephant in the room.

“Are you okay?” Jared whispered, eyebrows furrowed in concern and confusion. Jensen was a step back, equally as worried.

“I-I-” She cleared her throat, nervously wrapping her arms around herself. “I’m sorry,” she mouthed towards them before turning to the crowd. With shaky hands, she grabbed the mic. “I-I’d like to take two minutes to address these rumours,” she turned to face the boys, “if you guys don’t mind.”

They shook their head, Jared giving her an encouraging smile. She had to look away from their pitiful and concerned faces before she broke down.

“A little more than a year ago, my mom was diagnosed with alzheimer’s and dementia, and you guys know how growing up it had always just been me and her against the world. I also knew she was vehemently against being put in an ‘institution’. So I took her home with me, trying to balance my work life and my personal life. Her mind was degrading quickly, and the nurse I hired to take care of her when I’m gone said that she doesn’t have much time left before she wouldn’t remember me at all. It was tough to understand because physically my mom was still so strong, but her mind was a different story. Around that time, I was doing a lot of filming for this season. I won’t get into much detail of what happened, but someone who worked on the set of Supernatural har- assaulted me.”

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AHS Imagine – Torture.



Gracefully, your finger left the chalky surface of the table. The grime was smooth, and revealed that the counter had not been cleaned for some time. Pulling out your magnifying glass – which you had happily accepted from your aunt – you re-examined the table. A clear line from where your finger removed the fragments of dirt exposed the original chestnut shade of the table. For someone your age, your curiosity and appeal for adventure was far more advanced than any other eight year old. You yield from the table and place your magnifying glass back in your belt. You looked around; the endless corners and rooms to venture to in the incessant hotel was boundless. Detail was entrancing to you, the floors covered in carpet filled with congregation of shapes, the soft hums from the vents, the mysterious aura that wrapped itself in the silence of the hotel. You dragged your backpack by its tarnished strap to where your mother stood enervated at the receptions desk. She was handed the keys to the room, the room you would sleep in for the next 20 years.

“Mom?” You called, pulling at the hem of her dress.

Her attention that was on the receptionist was now on you, her dull eyes showed distress. From the moment you finished your cereal that morning, all you saw was the road your mother drove for hours on.  

“Y/N, Mommy’s very busy right now” She said breathlessly, irritation leaving her lips without a single thought of it.

“Can I stay in the lobby for a little bit?” You asked, pushing your bottom lip out in plea.

Your mother sighed. She removed one of the keys from the chain and handed it to you.

“30 more minutes okay? Ask the nice lady to help you to our room. You won’t get lost, yeah?” breaking from her stern stare, she gave you a curious smile.

You nodded in response, taking out your magnifying glass and began to venture around the lobby.

Your carelessness distracted you from the couple that stared down at you from the stairs.

“That girl,” Elizabeth paused, turning her gaze to James.

“She’ll be trouble.” James furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity.

“How so darling?” he questioned, keeping his gaze on you.

“She’ll find out the truth, her meddling will ruin us all.” Elizabeth’s hand rested on James’ shoulder, pulling him to her.

“I want you to get rid of her.” Her eyes showed no remorse, and hid the fear she felt.

“And how do you expect me to kill a child, its inhumane and completely undignified.” March removed her hand that was now gripping onto his shoulder.

Elizabeth smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You’ll figure it out I’m sure.”


“You know, I hate Halloween.” Continuing to file your papers, you listened to your co-workers annual rant.

“I mean, its good for the candy and parties but, ghosts and pumpkins? That shit doesn’t fascinate me… what fascinates me is all the fuss about Halloween.” As much as you disapproved, your mouth stayed shut and you quickly filed your last paper.

“Has it ever occurred to you that not everyone likes what you like?” you asked, hinting your sarcasm as only a tease.

“Shut up” She huffed.

You replied with a giggle, since you were too tired to think of a crafty remark. Swinging your bag over your shoulder, you parted from your co-workers. Stepping out of your building, you reached for your umbrella.

“Oh for heavens sake!”

The mouth of your umbrella was turned inside out, and the handle was close to tearing off. Your hand wiped the countless drops of rain that piled onto your forehead before thrashing your hands in vexation. Finally, after fighting with the umbrella for long enough, you left it on the side of a nearby trashcan.

Sighing, you continued down the unburdened street, consuming your anger in quiet, irritated hums. You angered quick, and held grudges, but nonetheless you continued your way towards the bus stop. You were now riled, irked and without an umbrella. The rain that pelted on your simmering head seemed to slow down, but when a glimpse of luck seemed to shine through the blurry stream of raindrops, Mother Nature thought otherwise and decided a little rain could simmer down the fire that continued to boil in your blood.

Finally, the bus stop was in sight, and almost instantly you ran towards it. As if on cue, the bus screeched to a stop in front of you and you quickly got on.

You sat quietly with your head resting on the cold window, feeling the pattering of the rain hit the glass. The streetlights outside blinded you, since they were the only source of light seen.


The bus reached the entrance of the hotel. Being the only one on the bus, you thanked the driver – like you normally did - before walking into the mouth of the hotel. You dragged yourself to the elevator eager to rest in your warm bed.

“Y/N, I’m guessing luck wasn’t with you today.” Liz raised an eyebrow, eyeing your drenched frame.

“No kidding,” You giggled, waiting for the elevator to open.

Once inside, you slumped back and began picking at your wet clothes from your skin. The hotel had been quiet since your mothers passing, everyone knew her, everyone respected her, everyone missed her. 

“Y/N, you’re ruining my carpets” his abrupt voice shook you from your thoughts. You were so concentrated on your drenched clothing that you unrecalled the elevator stopping on your floor.

“Sorry James,” You smiled, stepping out of the elevator.

“Do you not have an umbrella?” He asked, following behind you.

“I did, but it decided to break” you sighed, bringing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could lend you mine? Liz tells me it will be raining dejectedly for the next few days.”

“And I certainly don’t want you ruining my carpets anymore.” His firm stare quickly vanished and was replaced with a joking smirk.

“Well since your carpets are of up most importance, I’ll use your umbrella.” You bantered back.

James blocked your way before you could reach your room,

“I’m very fond of you, Y/N and I would love it if you would have dinner with me.” James said, handing you a pasty letter which had your name carved in cursive on.

“When?” You asked, bringing your attention back to James.

“Well, tonight.” James grinned.

“A late invitation means you don’t have time to deny my request, darling” James’ smile stayed on his lips as he tipped his hat.

“I’ll see you tonight, Y/N.” Without ease, he turned the corner and disappeared from your sight.

You sat quietly on your bed, your hair in natural waves and in the silvery dress that was placed on your bed once you entered.

Taking a deep breath, the pit in your stomach gnawed at your throat, trying to convince you that going was a bad idea. Decisively, you peeled yourself from your bed and quickly walked out of your room giving yourself no time to think about your actions.

Finding his room was like a scavenger hunt, it thrilled you yet distracted you from your nerves.

You reached his floor, passing the coloured walls that in a way, lead you to his room.

Room 64

The hunt ended but your nerves remained, numbing your tongue and quickening your heartbeat. You reached for the knob, listening to the music that bled through the wooden door.

With one swift movement, the door opened, revealing a room that looked similar in style as yours.

No one was there, but Ms. Evers. 1930s jazz kept the room from silence.

“Ah, you made it! I was convinced you wouldn’t show.” James appeared from the corner, holding a fresh bottle of wine in his hand.

“Please, do sit” He motioned to the vacant seat at the dinner table.  

“I’m glad you came, darling” he spoke calmly, pouring you a glass of wine.

“So am I” you smiled,

“Might I just say you look ravishing tonight?” James added, bringing your hand in his, before gently kissing the top of it.

Ms. Evers entered with your meal,

“I’ve noticed this is your favourite, Chicken Alfredo?” You smiled,

“Yes! Thank you, it’s amazing” you hummed, taking in your first bite.

“Don’t thank me, thank Ms. Evers who cooked it special for you” James grinned leaving Ms. Evers flushed.

The night continued, and so did your conversations with James. He told stories of the Hotel, always reminded you of how beautiful you were, and how he was going to show you real music.

After a bottle of wine, you realized it was already past 2am.

“Well as much fun as I’m having,” You pulled away from James, who was ready to pull you in for a dance.

“I should get going.”

James pulled you close by the hand and quickly kissed your cheek.

“I’m hoping we’ll do this again?” He asked, making his dimples prominent as he smiled.

“Of course.” You giggled, pecking his cheek back. He walked you to the door, but not without sneaking a peck on your lips.

“Then until next time, Y/N.” He winked. You watched as his figure disappeared behind the door, and you only hoped you would see James again.


You think back to that day a lot, the day he invited you to dinner, the day you fell in love with him. As unexplainable as it was, to you he was your other half. His presence would bring the butterflies in your stomach to flutter…it was a gift almost. The kindness he showed you, the feeling of being special, that’s what you loved. You loved him, more than you thought you would.

He came home early, a sigh leaving his lips as removed his hat and placed it on the rack.

“Long day?” You asked, watching his eyes light up from the sound of your voice.

“I’ve had longer, just…busy” He sighed, making his way to where you sat.

“How was your day, darling?” He asked before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Lonely.” You giggled,

“Well I’m sorry to say but I have to go back to the office, I just wanted to see you” James said, pecking your lips again.

“I’ll be back around 8:00pm.” James said as he left the room again.

Sighing, you noticed he left his hat, and he always said his hat made him look “professionally approachable” to guests.

You got up from your seat and got ready to drop his hat off. By now, the halls were too familiar to get lost. You found yourself in front of his door faster than you‘d expected.

Your hand found the knob and opened the door only to have regretting nausea reach your throat.

James was kissing Elizabeth in a way you’ve never experienced. If your heart could stop at any time, it would be at that moment. Unaware of your entrance, he continued to kiss Elizabeth, sending your foot to kick the door closed. James paused.

“Y/N?” He turned around, watching as you crumped his hat in your fist.

At that moment, he reacted in a way that added to the confusion. He began to laugh.

“You’ve caught me darling, red handed as they say” James straightened out his suit and walked forward.

You stared back, shocked at his reaction.

“It’s about time really, I’ve been waiting to see that look on your face.” He said, leaning calmly on the cane he had retrieved.

“What look James?” your body was tense with vexation.

“The look of someone who’s had their heart broken, how does that feel by the way?” James asked, tilting his head.

“You’re disgusting.” You spat between your teeth, feeling the hot tears pour down your cheeks.

James’ smile faded, and bit longingly at his bottom lip.

“Not true, darling.” He said crossly.

“I’m a torturer, Y/N. A revelation!” He bickered. You watched as his eyes turned from calm to unhinged. He was soulless, unsympathetic to your feelings, and depraved from goodness.

“I’ve been trying to figure out new… approaches for torturing, because slitting your throat would be far too easy… and far too messy.” His face stayed icy, and completely certifiable.

“Then I thought,” He paused, picking up a nearby flower that he had previously given to you.

“What can give a person everything they’ve wanted, and simply take it all away?” He looked back at you.

“Affection. It sickens me really, but it’s genius don’t you agree?”

You scoffed,

“Why would you do this, James?” You were numb of all emotion. Your heart drummed in your ears. Blood pulsed in your veins as shock carried you.

James was now inches from you. You stood frozen, unable to react as his hand lightly cupped your chin, pulling you close to him.

“Because, darling, love is the best kind of torture, and the best way to keep you away from my secrets.” 



What We Created (9)

Sebastian Stan x Reader (pregnancy series)

Summary: A one nightstand with the one and only Sebastian Stan changes your life and his forever

Word count: 1,308 (short because sadly the storyy is coming to an end)

Warning: fluff, gender reveal

A/N: Seriously so sorry for taking this long to update. I started real estate classes and my first day i took so many notes my hand started swelling. Life is really draining me right now, on top of keeping my Instagram and YouTube updated and getting ready for college. I hope you understand. Hopefully part 10 comes faster than this part did. Also lets pretend Anthony Mackie has social media, okay?

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28&29 with Nino and Marinette?

This one was a lot of fun to write! I’ve also posted it to ao3. Thanks for the request!

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

Marinette frowned down at their ingredients. “Well, macarons are really tough. I still mess them up sometimes.”

“I know but…” Nino shrugged. “It’s your favorite, right?”

She nodded slowly, a smile spreading over her lips. “Yes.”

“Then, I want to learn how to make them.”

“Okay, but you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” She tied off her apron behind her.

“So, what happens first?” he asked.

“Well, we have the baking sheets ready, and we both have our aprons on-”

“Did you give me one that says kiss the cook on it?” he asked, staring down at it.

“Maybe.” She grinned. “You don’t like it?”

“I definitely didn’t say that.”

“Tell you what…” Marinette gathered the almond flour and sugar. “For some extra motivation, how about I give you a kiss for each perfect macaron you make.”

He smiled. “I can work with that.”

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Lack Of Sleep

Loki X Reader

Request:  What if there was a insomniac reader and they were a Avenger. She gets along well with everyone except Loki, knowing all the bad things he’s done. But one night when she can’t sleep, he comes to her with a proposal. If she gains mutual respect for him, he will help her sleep. She is doubtful but, she eventually agrees. He then helps her.

A/n: Took me a little while, but it’s done! Yet again i’m trying a bit of a new style of writing. We’ll see how it goes.

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

You wandered the dark halls of the huge avengers building, lazily holding out one of your hands as you walked so you could feel the wall on your right. You had lost track of how long you’d been up, but that was normal. For years you’ve had chronic insomnia. Something that you learned to accept and deal with, but at a lot of costs. You couldn’t fall asleep one day, then the next day you couldn’t stay asleep. It seemed like you would always be tired and never satisfied.

“Could you not do that. It’s completely annoying and pointless.” you heard a quiet voice say. Instantly you knew who it was. Constantly annoyed sounding voice? check, lower tone? check. Always sounds like they’re talking down to a person? check. It had to be Loki.

“Oh, it’s you.” you muttered a lazy reply, definitely not wanting to deal with him at the time. You turned on your heels, avoiding to avoid more interaction with him. But of course he appeared in front of you.

“Y/l/n.” he tilted his head.

“What are you doing up this late.” you asked blankly, crossing your arms around your chest. The fact that you hated him was something you didn’t ever hide. Nor did you care to.

“I was going to see if you were alright. But apparently teammates can’t actually be buddies.” His long black hair swayed a bit as he talked. He looked very different in regular clothes. Borderline ridiculous in pjs.

“Tell me the real reason,” you said, trying to keep some of your calm. “And we’re not teammates.”

“I meant it,”


“See I just don’t get why you have a problem with me! All I do is treat you well and you  continue to throw me away like some piece of trash.” He said in a calm manner, but somehow still showing the rage behind it. You had never seen him act like that. Passive aggressive, yes. But upset cause you didn’t love him? Never. It was always a mutual hating. So you couldn’t wrap your head around his anger.

“That’s cause you see trash, Loki. You almost ruined the whole world and not to mention killed people!”

“In the past.” He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a look you could only read as devilish. “And you’ve done some stuff that’s worse than even I could do.”

“Bullshit.” It took you a minute to answer, completely shocked at what he had said. The words repeated in your head a few times.

Of course he wasn’t right… Right.

“Oh, honey, let’s not go down this path.” His almost constant smirk re appeared.

“Can you go away before I make you?” You hissed.

“I’ve come here to make a deal wit you."his sly tone was very un trusting. So much so you thought he was joking.

"A deal to sell my soul I assume?” Loki  laughed at that slightly.

“Haha. A deal to help out your little sleep problem.” You tilted your head, wondering where he was getting at.

“What is this.” You narrowed your eyes at him, looking him up and down to see if he was lying.

“I would help you sleep at night if you started to respect me.”

“No. Absolutely not. I could never trust a pig like you.”

“Okay then. Come to me when you cave.” He walked away, leaving you there slightly stunned and quite perplexed. You had your morals, but how could you not take a thing like that? What you had wanted for years and years. Only for simply being nice to a horrible person.

You called out in the hall, wanting to agree to it before you regretted it. God what were you getting yourself into.

“I have to thank you.” You set your hand down on the table was sitting at, reading the paper and crinkly coffee. Something you never got why he did.

“Is the great y/n y/l/n actually going to admit that I’m only helpful?” He was making you dread your decision automatically. But for once you wanted to put aside your little  feud

“No. But I will admit that you’re okay. That was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.” “All thanks to you. So I owe you a thank you.”

“Of course. Maybe you should be nice to me like this all the time. You could get great reward.”

“If that means what I think it means then you need to fuck off.”

“We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there is something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair…”

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My eyes slowly open to be confronted with a ray of sunshine that manages to slip through the curtains. I squeeze my eyes shut again and burrow into the warmth of my bed. The warmth envelopes me a little tighter and I hear a sleepy snuffle that doesn’t belong to me. My eyes fly open as I wrack my brain, trying to understand what’s going on.

I’m met with the sleeping face of Finn Balor. His arms are wrapped around me, head half burrowed under his pillow. My heart rate almost triples when I realize that he’s close enough that the tickle I feel on my cheek is actually his breath.

Last night comes back to me in a rush. A group of us went out after SmackDown to hang out with friends we work with but hardly ever see. When we finally got to the hotel sometime early this morning, we were informed that all the rooms were taken but Finn had the foresight to book ahead. He offered to let me, Luke, and Karl stay in his room instead of trying to find another hotel.

Anderson and Gallows fought over the couch and Finn told me to take the bed. I vaguely remember arguing with the Irishman about there being plenty of room in the large bed and refusing “to let the only one of us smart enough to get a room early sleep on the floor.”

Finn starts to wake up and looks at me with bleary eyes. That strikes up the butterflies in my stomach. He tugs me a little closer and them seems to realize what he’s doing. My heart sinks when he pulls away slightly. “Sorry, I should have warned ya that I cuddle in my sleep.”

I don’t know whether it’s the voice still thick with sleep, the eyes that aren’t quite focused yet, or the hair still mussed by the pillow, but that has to be the most adorable thing I’ve heard him say. I let out a soft hum before moving without thinking. With a hand on his cheek, I press my lips to his in a gentle kiss.

His gaze finally seems to focus on me when I settle back into the sheets. “So… Was that just a… One time thing…?”

My chest clenches at the realization that I might have just ruined our friendship. “If that’s what you want, then yes…”

“What…” Finn licks his lips before continuing. “What if that isn’t what I want?”

My eyes widen and I try not to let my hopes get away from me. “Well… We don’t have to drive to the next city until tomorrow… So I guess we’ll be staying here again tonight after the house show… And we can cuddle again. Intentionally.”

“I guess that’s as good a place as any to start.” He smiles at me.

“That. Or coffee?” I suggest with a playful grin.

Finn chuckles. “We can do that too.” His eyes sparkle with mischief. “But first…” Finn shifts so that he is practically laying on top of me before drawing me in for a rather heated kiss. He jumps out of bed in the next second, leaving me a blushing mess all tangled in the sheets. “Yer cute when you blush, so… You can lay there and be adorable if you want, but I’m going to make coffee.”

I muffle a rather embarrassed whine before crawling from the bed. “Wait, wait. I’m coming.”

“I thought so.” Finn lays an arm around my shoulders and presses a quick kiss to my cheek before guiding me out of the room.

i have to say folks, i do find it quite interesting that many self proclaimed ‘woke’ fans cancelled gillian for being ‘too problematic’ yet continue to stan david, i mean… it really shows how yall just cancelled her bc the majority of stan tumblr one day decided she was over and you didn’t want to lose your followers and ruin your fake image. it’s also very clear to me that women, especially lgbt+ women are cancelled so quickly while straight white *extremely problematic men are worshipped on this site and praised for doing the bare minimum by ppl who claim to care about social justice um… ok. lmao i see right through it tbf and yall fake af my god. the double standards in stan land are gross and hyping up men and trashing women is a perfect example of internalized misogyny. i’m so tired and done. many of these same fans are hyping up way more ‘problematic’ people who tumblr haven’t collectively decided to cancel, so to me that really shows that you don’t give a fuck about anything other than what is popular to think/feel on tumblr dot com, regardless of whether you happen to agree or not. 

I turned off anonymous asks, so whoever wants to continue harassing me will have to do it with a name attached. I’m sure whoever is doing this is incredibly beautiful and kind, since they seem so determined to let me know I’m not. And we all know nothing motivates anonymous hate mail like loving yourself and your life!!

Sorry to those who were too shy to ask questions with their names showing. A bitter, pathetic person has ruined it for everyone.

And if that person is reading this – and I’m sure that you are – please remember that the “unfollow” and “block” functions exist, and you don’t have to keep torturing yourself by looking at my face. I hope you learn to respect yourself enough to do something better with your time.

Three Years (Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader)

Summary: “If someone said three years from now you’d be long gone, I’d stand up and punch them out.” –”Who Knew” by P!nk

Requested: Definitely not

Warnings: Sexist pigs, creepy guys, Bucky punches a guy, actually Bucky punches a few guys, bar fight, alcohol

Author’s Note: Three different parts with three different Marvel guys. This is the third and final part, with Bucky, obviously.

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Shall We? // Park Jinwoo (JinJin)

Originally posted by asterocky

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary; After a rough day, Jinwoo decides to surprise you. But just what has he got planned?

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Mid-Year Meme Timeline

so i’ve mentioned a few times that i’ve been keeping a running log of memes in 2016 and briefly documenting them in the interest of meme documentation and shitpost record keeping. 

as promised, here is the mid year update of the memes i’ve noted so far in somewhat chronological order (as in by month, but not necessarily in the order they appeared within that month). 

please feel free to add any that i may have missed, because it’s very possible that i’ve missed some big ones. 


  • “you fucked up a perfectly good ______ is what you did. look at it. it’s got anxiety.”
  • cumslutscootaloo
  • are the a (noun) x or a (other noun) x? (i.e.: are you a turtleneck bisexual or a crew neck bisexual? mostly lgbtq oriented in this iteration)
  • jared leto joker + director (“jared you’re scaring me” / “i don’t know where the joker ends and jared begins”)
  • tag yourself
  • half a-press
  • a buddy of mine saw kylo ren take his shirt off in the shower and he said that kylo ren had an eight pack. that kylo ren was shredded.
  • flat earth


  • fine bros React™
  • pacha “just right”
  • “i’m you but stronger”
  • papaw’s burgers
  • jeans meme (jants, jorts, etc.)
  • squidward dab
  • Bernie vs. Hillary; Issue: ______ (ex-issue: first things first. Bernie-i’ll eat ya brains/ Hillary-i’m the realest)
  • marge krumping
  • kazoo kid
  • damn daniel
  • if young metro don’t trust you
  • ted cruz is the zodiac killer
  • leo won the oscar/death of no oscar for leo meme (which itself becomes a meme)


  • meme history
  • sausage party
  • history of japan
  • fresh avocado (freesh ah—vah-kah-doo)
  • get a man who can do both
  • breaking news
  • boy he bout to do it


  • decision 2016
  • miitomo
  • dark [x] show me the forbidden [y] (specific variant of a meme that may have origins as early as 2014, dark net/"dark google/net, show me the illegal [blank]”
  • he ruined my dream journal
  • skai jackson
  • mr. krabs confusion


  • dat boi
  • say no to hydra cap/cap hydra meme
  • jojo’s bizarre adventure “to be continued”
  • dicks out for harambe


  • caveman spongebob
  • brexit
  • are you an [x] or a [y] person? (possible simplified variant of earlier meme)

july (as of 7/15)

  • pokemon go (meme revival)
  • tumblr fucked up all the themes

so that’s what i’ve got so far. feel free to add some i might have missed (as long as they were popular on tumblr beginning this year and they’re not fandom specific memes that never took off outside of that fandom). 

Time: Chapter 6

Summary: Soulmate!AU/Reincarnation!AU. Female!Reader lives in a world where alien invasions and hordes of death robots occur and past lives and soulmates are very real. Like most people, she gets brief glimpses of her past. although a person’s past lives and their current life may have little to nothing in common, soul mates tend to transfer between lives, the core of a person staying the same throughout the eons.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: ~2,252

A/N: Romanian in “quotes and italics” In the second half, I’ll be talking about Rosie using her/your and the like interchangeably because they are, well, the same person, effectively. I think it also captures the confused thoughts of the narrator at the time. Also, her real name is Rose, but the boys called her Rosie.

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To your surprise, you felt tears prickle at the corner of your eyes. You’d finally made progress. He’d finally felt confident enough to make a move. Why did he run? Why didn’t he trust you? A prosthetic wasn’t a big deal. It didn’t matter to you.

Why did he leave? You loved him. It wasn’t fair. Confusion and hurt plagued your thoughts as tears began to slip down your cheeks.

A month passed before he spoke to you again. He’d been avoiding you, not that it was very difficult. You only really ever saw him if he wanted to be seen. You’d cried a lot the first night, wandering the streets until it got too dark for you to feel comfortable being out alone. You eventually made it back to your house, ignoring your aunt and uncle’s concerned questions, and headed straight to your room. You’d replayed the scene over and over again, trying to understand. It never got any clearer. You needed his explanation, if he even had one.

Then, exactly a month later, he walked up to your stall, a yellow rose bouquet clutched in his hands. You recognized it as one from the stall halfway down the block. The woman there made lovely bouquets. You stood, eyeing him evenly, and gave the roses a suspicious glare for good measure. You wouldn’t speak first.

He had trouble making eye contact, glancing from you to anything in the area, and back to you again. You gestured expectantly to the bouquet and gave him a look that clearly said Well, go on then.

“These are for you,” he said, handing you the bouquet. “Yellow, for apology,” he supplied as you eyed them. “That is to say- I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

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You kept your face unreadable as you took them slowly, raising them to your nose, and inhaled deeply. They smelled wonderful. He squirmed as he watched, unsure of what you were thinking.

“Why did you run?” you asked, gazing at him over the roses.

He didn’t relax at all as he answered. “I was afraid,” he admitted, looking away as he spoke.

“That I wouldn’t like you because you have a prosthetic?” you asked quietly, hurt that he would think so little of you.

“I- What?” he asked, completely caught off guard by your question.

“You ran… because you were scared that I wouldn’t like you because you have a prosthetic? Isn’t that it?” you asked, suddenly unsure. Maybe you were wrong.

He looked dumbstruck. “I mean, technically, I guess that’s correct?” His mind seemed to be going a thousand different directions at once if his confused tone was anything to go by.

“You guess it’s correct?” you asked, looking at him incredulously.

“Well, that’s definitely part of it,” he sighed. “But definitely a small part of it,” he amended after seeing the hurt look on your face.

“You mean there’s more?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He glanced around, suddenly skittish. “Yes, but… can we not talk about this here? At least, not with this many people around?” he asked, throwing covert glances at the people around the market as they browsed the stalls. You gave him a hard stare and he almost seemed to wither under your eyes. “Please?” he asked, nearly begging.

“It’s been a month, Grant,” you hissed, anger radiating off of you. “You avoided me for a whole month, and now I’m just supposed to agree to everything you ask? Without explanation”

He flinched visibly at your words. Something within in you broke, and your lingering anger turned into hurt. “I thought you might have died or something else awful happened to you. I thought I would never see you again,” you said softly, tears forming in your eyes.

His head whipped up, eyes searching yours. “I know- I’m so sorry. I- I didn’t want to risk facing you. I thought- I thought you might turn me away. That you wouldn’t like me anymore; that you wouldn’t want to see me again,” he said, stumbling over his words as he spoke quickly, trying to explain himself to you.

“You’re a fool,” you said as tears began to fall.

His face twisted in sorrow, eyes falling to the ground. You realized immediately he’d taken your meaning wrong. “I understand,” he said, voice hoarse, as he turned to leave.

You practically threw the bouquet on your chair as you ran around your stall. You grabbed his left hand and tugged hard, forcing him to stop.

He turned to look at you, eyes watery. “(Y/N)?” he asked, confused.

“You’re a fool to think I wouldn’t like you over something so trivial,” you said as you placed your free hand behind his head and pulled him down into a kiss. He wrapped an arm tentatively around your waist and when he seemed to realize this wasn’t some kind of cruel trick, he deepened this kiss, puling you flush against him. You let go of his other hand so that you could run your fingers through his hair. He cupped your face with his metal glove-covered hand. You were distractedly shocked by how intricately it moved. If you didn’t know it was metal already, you’d have been none the wiser.

“I didn’t understand a word of that, but it was beautiful! Such a torrid drama!” came a voice from behind you. He glanced over your shoulder as you whirled, heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. Maren was clapping happily behind her stall, enraptured by the show you and Grant had inadvertently put on. Even Jan was watching in interest, though he seemed to be coming out of his daze.

“Maren,” you said, sighing.

“Oh! Oops! Don’t mind me, dearies. Continue what you were doing!” she said, pointedly turning away to tend to her stall. Jan scoffed and turned away, too. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he had been enjoying it as much a Maren had.

You sighed, smiling, and turned back to Grant. Some of the tension between you had broken, but so, too had the moment been ruined.

“Please have more faith in me,” you said, reaching up to tuck a piece of his long hair back behind his ear.

“Alright, sweetheart. I promise I will,” he said. He reached up and held your hand in place, then leaned his head into your palm. You smiled up at him and ran your thumb over his cheek.

You both stayed like that for a moment before your face hardened. “And don’t you dare leave like that again,” you said, glaring a challenge at him.

He had the decency to look guilty, but it was slightly ruined by the smile that danced on his lips. “Never,” he agreed, leaning down to kiss you again. “Are we good?” he asked, looking at you hopefully.

“Not even close,” you said, smiling evilly at him.

He winced, before he let out a gruff laugh. “Yeah, I suppose that’s fair,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll spend as much time as I need to to prove how sorry I am, though. I’ll do whatever it takes to make up for it.” he said earnestly.

“I have a few ideas,” you said, smiling wickedly.

He looked slightly panicked for a moment, but something behind you caught his eye. “You have customers,” he said. You couldn’t tell if he was relieved or not.

“I better see you tomorrow,” you said, placing one last quick kiss on his lips before you turned to walk back to your stall.

“You will,” he said with a certainty that helped to soothe your uneasiness.

By the time you’d turned around again to help your customer, he’d vanished into the crowd.

Bucky’s POV

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He watched as you glanced up and down the street for him before returning to your customer. You didn’t see him, which wasn’t too surprising. He was very good at hiding.

His stomach twisted itself into a knot. You really had no idea. It wasn’t like The Winter Soldier wasn’t all over the news for a few years. But for some reason you had no idea.

Today confirmed another thing for him, too.

You were Rosie. He’d suspected it for months, ever since he’d first met you. However, you didn’t seem to have any idea he was Bucky. There were times he thought you might have recognized him, saw a flash of recognition in your eyes, but you seemed to talk yourself out of that train of thought.

To be fair, Bucky Barnes was dead according to most of the world. Steve hadn’t let the world know that he was alive. You had no reason to think it was the real Bucky. No, somehow you’d convinced yourself Grant and Bucky were two separate people.

He thought it was better that way. He wasn’t Bucky anymore, not really. Bucky had died when he fell off that train in those cold, lonely mountains. He may have gotten most of his memories back over the last year and half, but he wasn’t the man he once was. That carefree ladies’ man was long gone. He liked to think a lot of his core personality was still the same, deep down. Hydra had tried to wipe it, but failed. He still recognized Steve-


What Bucky was doing with you was so wrong. You were Steve’s girl. Always had been, always would be. That was how soul mates worked.

But he couldn’t help himself. He’d spend years with you and Steve, never telling either of you, his best friends, his biggest secret.

He gazed down at his metal arm, and in his mind’s eye, he could see Rosie’s initials there on his flesh wrist.

No, he could never tell Steve that his soul mate was Bucky’s, too. He searched for a long time and came across quite a few girls who had the same initials as Rose’s, but none of them ever made him feel like you did.

When Steve had first described Rose to him, he had been happy for his friend. Like Steve, Rosie was in and out of the hospital often and had quite a few health complications. Bucky was only five, but he was happy his best friend had found someone who wouldn’t judge him for his health problems. According to Steve, she only saw him for the boy he was on the inside. He excitedly told Bucky that her initials matched the ones on his soul brand: R.A.F. Bucky’s pulse quickened at that. The boys hadn’t talked about their soul brand before, both wanting to keep it secret until they were older.

They were the same letters that were on Bucky’s wrist.

The first time Steve introduced you two at the age of six, Bucky knew you were his soul mate. Even with Rosie’s slightly sickly frame and subdued personality (likely due to how many medications she was on), she was the prettiest thing he ever saw. As he got to know her, he realized just how much of an amazing person you were. He fell more in love with you every day, digging himself deeper into a hole.

At the age of eight, she revealed the initials of her soul brand. The letters S.G.R. glared up from her wrist at Bucky as she and Steve excitedly showed him the matching pair. Young Bucky had put on a brave smile for his friends before quickly excusing himself. He ran home and didn’t see either of them for a week.

Eventually, he realized that, as much as it hurt to be around you and Steve, it was worse without either of you in his life. Even young Bucky knew how important the both of you were to him.

As you all grew up, he learned to enjoy being around you as a friend. On his bad days he still sometimes felt like punching Steve, though. He might have if he wasn’t so worried that Steve might not survive the hit.

When she was thirteen, her condition worsened. By age fourteen she stayed in the hospital year round. Steve was a mess and Bucky was left trying to keep his friend from falling apart as you slowly died in front of him, medicine of the time unable to help you.

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In 1936, at the age of sixteen, Rosie passed away in the hospital in her sleep. The loss nearly broke Bucky and Steve. Only their friendship and love for you kept them going. Steve always said that Bucky was the only one who could hope to understand. He never knew how right he was.

And now you were back, just as kind, sassy, confident, and intelligent as Rosie was. This time, though, the frailty that plagued you in your last life seemed to hold no purchase over you in this life. He wasn’t sure if it was because of modern medicine or just if you’d had a change of luck, and he didn’t particularly care.

But he was lying to you. Every day, lying to you. He should be helping Steve find you. He lied about being the Winter Soldier and about being Bucky. He wanted to be someone else. He wished it fervently. Someone who wasn’t tainted by your shared pasts. Someone who could be your everything because there was one thing he’d never lie about, and that was how much he loved you. He was a selfish man, but he couldn’t bear to tell you the truth for fear you’d never love him.

Chapter 7

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You know, as much as i do love this show, and love to talk about it .Even i have my own issues and problems with it at times and i gotta be critical.

I think if you were to ask me what probably frustrated me the most that happened on the show, it wouldn’t be the love triangle, or episodes that were mediocre, or character choices…

It would be this one line from “Just Friends”:

“Love Sentence is like, our thing!!”

This line, Was NOT EARNED. This isn’t me being solely angry cause of being a tomco shipper ((Although part of my anger towards it is just how bad it is after an episode like “Friend-enemies”)), this bothers me from a writing perspective because not only does it feel out of place and makes me feel like i missed an entire episode where these two characters even started enjoying the band together. It just feels tacked on and doesn’t hold any weight to it, and that bothers me because after Tom and Marco’s friendship started and their emotional attachment and moments between them with that exact same band….it being the thing that brought them together as friends, now making it a special thing between Star and Marco out of nowhere without any real reason behind it just…it feels forced.

Star can like the same band they do, that’s not what bothers me, what bothers me is not only does that disregard the emotional attachment Tom and Marco had with that same band. But their excuse behind it is non-existent.

Why is It their thing? Just because.

How long have they enjoyed it together? No idea.

Do they enjoy it together often? No clue, they haven’t enjoyed it together in any form of media besides this one ep.

The fandom’s response also might slightly tick me off too because Tom’s liking to the band is more of an add on half the time, or it’s forgotten entirely now. 

And that’s amazing to me, because he’s the one whose clearly the most obsessed with them. He has a shrine to them, has a player specifically for them, has actually met them, freaking serenaded Marco with them, and yet….his liking to them matters much less.

The fandom says it’s Star and Marco’s thing now and made it their thing now, with no reason besides “Star said it was”, and that’s a problem to me.

Show, don’t tell.

I could probably go into more detail because there are a few other reasons behind it that bother me, but in all it’s probably the most forced and frustrating line for me. You could say i’m making too big of a deal about it, but lines like this that really take a dump on continuity and character relationships are frustrating. and It’s a line that also could’ve been easily adjusted too without ruining the episode as it didn’t mean much to begin with.

I love the show, i do. Us tomco shippers made so many jokes about this line when it happened, but you know we were all very confused and frustrated.

 Even things you love, you gotta scold sometime when they REALLY mess-up.

some nostalgia writing from earlier this week

“Oh, good. That’s great.” Arcade looked queasy, and pulled himself away from the window. “Are you seeing this?”

Tony kicked a stone down the cracked yellow dirt. “Seeing what?”

“It’s 8 in the morning and 89 degrees.”

“Huh. Gonna be another scorcher, I guess.”

“Ugh.” Arcade fanned himself with his lapel, then grabbed the sleeve of his coat. “You know…” he picked the buttons out of their holes on the left sleeve, then the right - “have you ever been to the Boneyard?”

Tony skirted around a bent lamppost. “Why?”

“Because whatever I may have had to say in the past about the Boneyard…” Arcade forced the last button out and cuffed his left sleeve up - “I could write a panegyric about it compared to the things I see here sometimes.”

“Sure, that’s nice.” Tony passed a burned-out pre-war car. “When we’re done here, maybe we can pay it a visit. You can show me around.”

“So you agree with me.”

Tony continued down the bombed-out sidewalk. “That’s right.”

They climbed through the remains of a ruined apartment block, and stumbled over dusty bricks until they reached the other side. Tony stuck his hands in his pocket, and squinted in the sun. Arcade finished cuffing his second sleeve, and wiped his brow with his forearm.

“You don’t know what ‘panegyric’ means, do you?”

Tony sauntered down the asphalt. “No, sir, I don’t.”

anonymous asked:

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New Student

Produce 101 / YH’s Justin Huang X Reader

Word count: 1681 

Fluff, uLTIMATE FLUFF i guess lol

• you’re new to the school
• and Justin’s ( volunteers ) been assigned to show you around
• ft. bff Yuehua trainees

i’ve said it but i will say it again
thannnk you for requesting this anon, i made it as fluffy as I could, hopefully it lives up to your expectations. I’M SORRY IF IT DIDN’T DROP ME A MESSAGE IF YOU WANT IT REWRITTEN ( applies to all my works )

- admin L
PS: Admin N is quickly approaching the last segment of her finals pls cheer her on my girl out there making moves i know there are some reqs she hasn’t done but I knOW SHE WILL


Wind rushed by you, tossing your hair in about twenty different directions as you trudged to your new school reluctantly, footsteps heavy.

It really wasn’t your day today.

To start things off, today was your first day at your new school in Korea - your family had to move due to your parent’s job allocation. You weren’t fluent in Korean but even if you were, you were not a very…outgoing person and you had already established a pretty reliable social network at your old school. Now, you had to start from square one.

Who even wanted to interact with the new kid who came in mid-term? The thought of being completely ostracised by society scared you and it didn’t help that you weren’t the best at making friends. You weren’t sure what to expect either.

Whispers began floating about the second you stepped into your new classroom, you were sure they had heard of the new student from their teacher or something. That wasn’t… totally terrible was it?

Your face burned as you sat stiffly in a row that seemed to be rather empty. Your peers eyed you as if you were some mutated creature, even if you had attempted to smile or wave politely. Some of them shot you looks of pity or small smiles but were too caught up with their own conversations to start one new.

It was humiliating, really.

Finally, someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around, a rather plastic smile painted on your face. “Hi-”

“Sorry, you’re in my seat,” a boy with brown hair that swept across his forehead said, looking apologetic. He wore a pair of silver circular glasses too.

“Oh! Right, my bad.” You blushed, hastily ducking out of his seat and standing awkwardly at the side.

“Woah, Seunghyuk chill. I think you scared the new student.” That voice caught your attention and made you focus it on another boy. This time, he had blonde hair and large brown eyes, he grinned at you cheekily. “I’m Justin. This is Seunghyuk. You must be new.” Justin and Seunghyuk emitted this aura of freshness and royalty. They seemed popular.

You fiddled with the strap of your backpack, cheeks reddening. “If it isn’t obvious enough already…..”

Justin chuckled, “It’s okay! Welcome to the school, I’m sure-”

He was cut off by the abrupt slamming of the door and scramble of students for seats.

“Good morning class!”


Your feet rooted you to the space behind Justin and Seunghyuk, a part of you wishing the teacher wouldn’t catch sight of you but of course, she did.

“Ah! Y/N? Class, please welcome the new student, Y/N! Um…” she trailed off, scanning the room for any spare seats available. “Hang on a second….Y/N could you please sit next to Hyunjin? Okay? Good.”

Hyunjin waved you over, plucking her bag off the spare seat next to her. She seemed friendly enough but wasn’t exactly welcoming either. Her hand wasn’t even partly raised when your teacher asked for volunteers to show you around the school. “I would’ve assigned a student already should it not have been examination period…..”

“Miss! I’ll do it!”

All heads turned to the back of the class where a certain tall, blonde, Chinese boy sat. His hand shot up in the air, an eager expression on his face. Justin seemed to be bouncing with excitement, maybe even desperation. Suddenly, his eyes met yours and he sent over a playful smile. When the teacher hesitated, he pouted sulkily. “Miss, you don’t believe I can do a good job?”

“All right, you can show Y/N around the school during your break time, Ming Hao,” she fired back. “Everyone, open your textbooks-”

“Miss? His name is actually Justin.” A girl from the left centre row piped up, causing a couple of other classmates to nod.

Wow, he’s popular among everyone. You thought, internally scoffing. But he does seem pretty nice……

Justin laughed awkwardly. “It’s okay, Ming Hao is my name too.” You heard him sigh in defeat before looking down at his shoes, ears reddening. The sight of that was enough for your heart to flutter, a soft giggle escaping your lips before you could stop it. As soon as it did, you blushed and turned to face the other direction, anticipating the end of your first class already.

Seunghyuk caught your laugh, he elbowed Justin in the rib and whispered to him. Justin only turned pinker, even though it was his favourite class, he couldn’t wait for his break to begin.

As soon as the bell rung, students rushed out of the class but you took your time with packing up your things and scanning your schedule. It read that you stayed in this half of the class for science after break.

“Hi!” The cheerful voice nearly made you drop your files, a few unbound worksheets flew out.

Justin gasped, looking apologetic as he helped you gather your things. Seunghyuk scoffed. “Yah, I thought you were supposed to be helping her, not ruining her life, Huang Ming Hao.” He scolded jokingly.

“It’s-it’s fine! I’m fine!” You blurted out, gripping your things extra tight.

Justin traded looks with Seunghyuk. They grinned at each other, then Seunghyuk trailed behind as he dialled a number.

“Come on, it’s break now so we can do whatever. I guess you must be hungry, I’ll show you to the canteen,” Justin said. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued. “I hope you don’t mind sitting with me and my friends. Don’t worry! They’ll love you!” The smile on his face seemed so genuine, how was he perpetually happy?

“Um sure, but I don’t want to intrude-”

Justin blinked at your words and you trailed off after witnessing his amused expression. “No? I won’t be intruding? Are you sure?”

“Yah Y/N, don’t worry about that. We’re nice people,” he assured though sounding offended.

Your eyes widened. “Oh, no! No! I didn’t mean it like that…You know what I mean- I-I…you know!” You spluttered, flustered beyond coherent sentences.

Just great, you go around offending nice, popular and handsome boys on your first day of school. Great job, Y/N. How will you survive like this?

Luckily, Justin just doubled over in laughter, shaking his head. He slipped an arm over your shoulder and practically skipped excitedly towards the canteen.

Three other good-looking boys waved to the duo that walked in. A look of confusion crossed their faces when they spotted you, they whispered among themselves. One of them cleared his throat as you approached.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m a new student here and Justin’s showing me around school,” you introduced yourself before anyone uttered a word. Their clique seemed relatively relaxed, not some clique of stuck up, popular rich boys like your first impression of them, should you have only looked at their exterior.

A boy with black hair beamed at you, offering his hand out to shake. “Hello, welcome to the school. My name is Euiwoong.”

“I’m Hyungseob!” called a guy who was stuffing his face with food yet still managed to look elegant. “Hi, I’m Zheng Ting.” The final friend introduced, smiling. “Oh! You can sit with me,” he offered, gesturing to the empty chair beside him. You settled into that chair, sandwiched by him and Seunghyuk, Justin rushed into the chair directly opposite from yours.

Hyungseob slid two trays over. “Sorry, there’s only two because we didn’t know you were coming, Y/N,” he apologised even though it wasn’t his fault.

You shook it off, “It’s okay. It isn’t your fault. I’m not that hungry anyways.”

“No way. You need to eat, meals are important and breaks rarely come our way after this. I can share with you. You need to eat,"Justin insisted, already using his utensils to divide the portions. His actions did warm your heart, they made it pound faster than necessary. That was most likely the cause of your pink face.

Zheng Ting cooed at Justin, Euiwoong snickered but they both said nothing. Instead, they asked you questions.

"So, where are you from?”

“How did your first class go?”

“Do you think Justin is cute?”

You answered to the best of your abilities. Then, Zheng Ting suggested something. “We’re headed to the basketball courts on the roof after school to play. Would you like to join us?”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “Sure, why not.”

Your new friends spent the remainder of your break showing you multiple facilities of the school. Euiwoong even insisted on showing off his locker as well. Eventually, the break ended and the group split up to go to their respective classes. This time you had science with Justin, who heaved all his things across the classroom just to sit next to you because, “I can’t leave you hanging, Y/N.”. ( wink ) It made you sigh but secretly, you found it extremely cute. Justin was a nice boy, you gave him that.

The last bell finally rang and the two of you strolled towards the courts.

“Y/N,” Justin began.

“Yeah?” You replied, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“I’m really glad you transferred. No offence! But, I’m just happy I met someone nice like you.”

“Aw, thank you. Thanks for showing me around today,” you said, heart fluttering.

Stop, stop, stop!

Justin slung his arm around your shoulder, minimising the space between you. “Yah, let’s be good friends and get closer. Pinky promise?” He offered his pinky out for you to enclose.

You did. “Promise.”

“If you can, we’ll take you to our favourite fried chicken restaurant after school for lunch. It’ll be fun!” Justin shrieked in excitement, then flushed red. You giggled. “Okay. I don’t mind.”

He squealed and hugged you. “I can’t wait! Welcome to your new school Y/N! Welcome to your new group of friends! We’ll treat you well, I will treat you better.”

You hugged Justin back, heart thudding. You too, were happy about your new school and all the happening adventures with your group of friends.

“Just to be clear, if you ever get me a pee stick for a present, we will have to have a serious conversation about your mental state.”

Maya didn’t look away from the TV as she responded. “This movie had murder and infidelity and new levels of revenge, and the thing you’re most worried about is a pregnancy test for a gift? Seriously, Josh?”

They were having movie night at the Matthews, a Friday night tradition of theirs. It used to be a tradition that Riley, Maya, Lucas, Zay, Farkle, and Smackle had, with Josh stopping over occasionally, but then relationships and college and work took over so now it’s just Maya and Josh. Not that she’s complaining. “I’m just saying. It’s a weird way to tell your significant other that you’re pregnant. ‘Hey! Lookie here, I just peed on a stick and now I want you to have it and react positively to it.’ It seems pretty crazy to me.”

“That’s kind of the point here. Amy’s supposed to seem a little psychotic.” Maya reached her hand into the popcorn bowl in Josh’s lap to dig out a handful and pop it into her mouth. She suddenly froze. “Wait. Why would you feel the need to tell me to never do this?”

Josh remained nonchalant. “You know-uhh. Just in case. Because we are-uhm…playing the long game.” Thankfully, the room was dark so she couldn’t see the blush on his face.

Maya struggled to keep the smile off her face. “So, you see us having kids someday?”

Josh cleared his throat, just in case his voice decided to crack when he replied to her. “Someday, yeah.”

Maya tore her attention away from the screen and rummaged through her purse. “That’s actually funny cuz I have something to give you. A present.” She pulled out a small black box.

Josh looked absolutely horrified. “Maya, if that’s a pee stick, I swear to god I’ll die of shock. If you’re pregnant, just tell me, use words, I’ll be happy. If you show me the stick, you’ll ruin my childhood forever. Don’t ruin a Matthews’ childhood.”

Maya snickered. “Okay, firstly, ew. I’d never do that. I’d just tell you. Or maybe I’d paint you a picture. Secondly, we’ve never even…you know.” A light blush tinted her cheeks. She emptied her mind of those thoughts and continued, “Third, you’re 24. You have no childhood left to ruin.”

Josh’s heart rate slowed down significantly. She had almost given him a heart attack. But then again, that was to be expected in any kind of relationship with Maya Hart. “So what is it?” He asked, taking the box from Maya. When he opened it, he found a key. He looked at her questioningly.

Maya tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous tick of hers. “It’s a key to my apartment. So… we can have movie nights there instead of always crashing at the Matthews.”

Josh gave her a crooked smile. “You do know we could’ve just done movie nights at my apartment this whole time? I’ve already got Netflix set up on the TV.”

Maya rolled her eyes. “Josh. Just shut up and take the key.”

Josh took the key and put it on his key ring, silently thanking god that Maya hadn’t given him a pregnancy test. But a part of him couldn’t wait until he hopefully started a family with her. Someday. Without pee sticks.

CS is always so good to me that I have forgotten how it is to ship something that the writers of the show don’t ship lol

Captain Swan has ruined me for all other ships basically these two idiots rule my heart and I love them so

nokkomotion  asked:

Hey, as a fan of amedot and lapidot, amedot moreso, I'd like to apologise for some of the fans of the ships actions. I know this likely won't amend anything and I apologise for that too. I hate to see these two sides fighting one another. Both ships have their ups and downs and are beautiful things. Please, don't let jerks ruin the show, the ships, the characters, or anything for you. I hope this hate ceases and we as fans of the show can continue to enjoy our ships peacefully. Sorryforanyerrors

Hi, thanks so much for the kind message!

Honestly, you don’t need to apologise for the trolls :)  I know that not all of the A/me//dot shippers are toxic, but I do wish that the ones who are would just let it drop already.  I don’t like to see these fights breaking out all the time, it’s getting out of hand now.

Thanks again - and I hope you have a nice day! :D