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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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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,”

“…Sure.”

“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.”

AHS Imagine – Torture.

 —

1996

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.”

2015

“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.

10:40PM.

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.

2016

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.” 

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HECK YAH?? S/O TO MY BITCH @dearlieebeloved FOR GIVING ME THE IDEA UR AMAZING ILY. ALREADY HAVE AN IDEA FOR PART TWO BUT ITS UP TO Y’ALL IF YOU GUYS WANT IT ;-) 

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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Chapter 10

Mark Tuan || frat boy au

Originally posted by gots7

Reader (you) x Mark Tuan ft Jackson

Word Count: 2081

Genre: slight angst, fluff

Note: just before this series is going to end, i’d like to say a huge thank you to all of you. You guys gave this story so much love, I cannot express how thankful I am. Which is why i’d like to update early just for you. sadly no more Mark Tuan frat boy but soon (on Thursday) you’ll get to meet Jaebum in Rich. Happy reading and take care :) -admin 

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“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” I heard Alex ask from my bed as I rummage around the room. It was the day of the big band dinner dance and Alex came over to help me get ready. She perfectly dressed me up for the occasion and did everything she could to make me look good. It wasn’t until last minute that I realized I lost my rose gold ring.

“I can’t find my ring.” I stated, flipping books around and creating a mess in the dorm.

“You’re going to be late, (Y/N)! Screw the ring and leave.” Alex said as she grabbed my arm and pulled me away.

“No,” I fought back, “It was my mother’s ring she gave to me as a present.”

“Look (Y/N),” Alex exclaimed, holding me by the shoulders, “You don’t have time to look for the ring. I know you and you love this event. Jazz music, dancing, and the silent auction. This dance is for a good cause and you’re wasting it on finding a stupid ring.”

I sighed as I looked at Alex. She was right. Today was the day where I can relieve all the stress I had from my head and not worry about anything. Especially since I needed to get Mark out of my head. Yes, I still like him but I knew he was someone that would cause trouble. I wanted to go back to him, let him explain his side of his story and, maybe things could work out. At the same time, I wanted to avoid him as much as I can because my heart couldn’t take his trouble.

“Alright,” I sighed, “I’ll be back around midnight.”

“No drinking!” Alex pointed at me with her fingers as a warning. I chuckled under my breath and nodded my head. I was grateful to have a friend like Alex because she knew how to care for me. Waving her goodbye, I started to walk towards the event with my heels clicking on the pavement stone.

Soon, I started to hear the jazz music ringing throughout the area. The relaxing and soothing music rang through my ears as it almost made me sway to the beat. Once I entered the room, the magnificent set up with the band in the background made me smile. This was the place for me to forget about Mark.

“(Y/N)!” I heard someone called. Looking around I spotted Jackson, in his lovely suit, waving at me. He had a drink in hand and looked stunningly handsome. I was never interested in Jackson but I could say he was looking good tonight.

“Hey! I didn’t know you would be here.” I beamed at Jackson as he gave me a one armed hug.

“One of my friends is in the band so I came to support.” Jackson stated, as he took a sip of his drink.

“Who?” I asked, fully engaging into the conversation.

“Youngjae. The one on the trumpet.” Jackson said as he pointed towards the band. I tried to follow Jackson’s fingers and I made eye contact with a rather handsome guy. He flashed me a smile before continuing to play his instrument.

“Come sit with me, (Y/N). We can have dinner together.” Jackson smiled at me before leading me towards his table.

The whole night was full of laughter and joy, mainly because Jackson was the mood lifter. I got to meet Youngjae after he was finished playing in the band. He radiated happiness and was loud which was why I came to the conclusion that he was a trumpet player. Later on in the night, Jackson and I danced to some tunes that was played at the event. It was perfect. I never felt so happy and free after the incident with Mark. I wanted this mood to stay but, unfortunately, that was not how reality works.

Jackson continued to dance with people on the floor as I sat at our table. I observed on how happy people looked as they enjoyed their time at this event. Smiling to myself, I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of upbeat jazz.

“Hey.” A deep voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere, causing me to jump slightly. I turned to look at the man who I wanted to forget tonight. There he was, his blond hair swept to the side nicely as he wore a nicely tailored suit. His smile melted my knees as I started to fall for him, again, just like how I did when I first saw him.

“Hey.” I mumbled out of my mouth, grabbing a glass on a table and taking a sip of sparkling water. I needed to distract myself and make me look like I wasn’t interested in him. But that was a total lie.

“Didn’t know you would be here.” Mark simply stated as he pulled out a chair and sat down next to me. A whiff of cologne swept by my face making my legs go weak. He looked good, smelt good and, flirted well too. How more perfect can Mark be?

“Same goes to you.” I replied, keeping my sentences short. My heart started to beat fast as I tried to keep my emotions together. What was he doing to me?

“Would you like to dance? The music is great.” Mark smiled towards me, trying to make eye contact. I felt my heart leap as I so badly wanted to dance with him but, I really wanted to sort things out before I can’t handle my feelings anymore.

“Can we talk?” I asked him, hoping that he would get the message. His smile disappeared as he nodded his head and stood up. Leading me outside the building, the cold air hit my exposed skin as Mark and I stood in the middle of the sidewalk.

“I’m sorry.” Mark simply said as we stood there. A moment of silence passed by as I tried to think of different ways to approach him. I wanted to yell at him, scream at him for being a dickhead that he was. At the same time, I wanted to grab his face and makeout with him.

“You can’t just say sorry, Mark.” I finally spoke up. “It’s something you need to fix.”

“What? My sexual issues? Yeah, I know.” Mark sighed as he leaned back and ran his hands through the soft blond hair. “It’s been fixed, trust me, and I’m just looking for the right mom-”

“Well, well, well…” A voice called from behind. “Look who it is. Mark Tuan and his girl that he supposedly dump me with.”

I turned around to see a strikingly beautiful girl, looking like she was ready to kill someone. My head finally clicked as I realized the girl in front of me was Shae. I could see why Mark slept with her. She was drop dead gorgeous and someone whom was dangerous to mess with. I took a step back, crashing into Mark from behind as Shae started to spill nonsense about Mark.

“Asshole. You left me because of this ugly bitch?” She screeched at the top of her voice. “I could make you feel ten times better than her. I can treat you better than her.”

“Shut the fuck up, Shae.” Mark hissed as he grabbed my waist and pulled me behind him. “You can’t just talk shit about a girl you never met. (Y/N) is ten times better than you. She’s more beautiful, caring and, smart.”

At that moment, I decided that I couldn’t avoid Mark anymore. He respected me and loved me. When I told him he needed to prove his love to me, this was the moment I was looking for. I’ve never seen Mark protective over me before but I felt good. This was when I realized he did love me and so, I began to accept it.

“And how about you? You are complete trash, Mark Tuan. You are nowhere near caring, you heartless freak. I can’t believe I had sex with you because the only thing you were good at was making a girl feel good.” Shae spat out.

I looked at Shae with complete disbelief. Yes, I believed she was crazy but she didn’t need to bring down Mark when the problem was me. And so, I decided to step up and defend for Mark. Why? Because he deserved it.

“How could you say that when you don’t know Mark at all?” I stepped up from behind Mark. “He’s one of the sweetest guys you’ll meet. He can do more than make a girl feel good during sex. His kindness was one of the main reasons why I liked Mark in the first place.”

“(Y/N)…” Mark warned from behind, grabbing my arm and holding on to it. He was warning me that Shae could get out of hand but, I didn’t care. She’s a bitch and deserves to be taught a lesson.

“Kind or not, Mark is someone that plays with hearts. An rude asshole who doesn’t care about a girl’s feelings. That’s what he is and he knows it.” Shae yelled. To be honest, she was right. Mark was someone who played around but he was different my eyes.

“Get the fuck out of here, Shae.” Mark finally spoke up. Looking around, I tried to find something that would get rid of Shae. Finally, I spotted a man holding a glass full of water and started to get an idea. While Mark and Shae fought, I quickly ran away towards the man holding a glass full of water.

“Hey, can I borrow this?” I asked the man. I didn’t give him time to answer since I snatche it out of his hands and ran back to Mark. Stomping towards Shae, I quickly dumped the glass on top of her head as I watched her face turn into horror.

“What the fuck?” She screamed at the top of her lungs. I smirked at her as I grabbed Mark’s hands and grasped it tightly. I could hear Mark chuckle under his breath as we both watched Shae freak out.

“Fuck you and you,” She cried, pointing to Mark and I, “No wonder you both are perfect pair. You’re both crazy as hell.”

And with that, she stomped away from us as she continuously cursed at us. At some point, I did think that my night was ruined because Mark showed up out of nowhere. It was suppose to be the night where I should’ve forgotten him. But this was something I wanted to do for a long time. And I did it because Mark came into sight and proved his love.

“That was hot.” He stated as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

“That you will never see again.” I laughed as I felt my cheeks start to rise in color.

“So, how about we start over?” Mark smirked at me as we pulled away. I pursed my lips as I tried to hide the huge smile. Nodding my head, I watched as Mark bend down on one knee and reached for my hand.

“Tell me you’re not going to propose. You said you wanted to start over and this is not how we start over.” I exclaimed, suddenly getting hot. My heart started to race immensely fast as I felt Mark put something in my hand. He stood up and smiled at me as I opened my hand and gasped.

“My ring!” I beamed, putting on the rose gold ring I was looking for.

“You left it at my dorm after you stormed out. Just thought you’d like it back.” Mark chuckled under his breath.

“No duh. I was looking for it before I came here. Thanks!” I happily stated as I gave Mark a hug, cherishing the moment we just shared. As we pulled away, Mark quickly pressed his lips on my cheek, making my heart lurch. I beamed at him feeling glad that Alex pushed me to go to a party with her. Otherwise I wouldn’t have met Mark.

“How about we go back to my dorm?” Mark said as he grabbed my hand.

“Netflix and chill?” I raised my eyebrow at him, slightly joking but we both knew it was going to happen.

Mark winked at me as his hands made their way down to my ass, giving it a good squeeze. “I can do that all night, babe.”

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. 

january:

  • “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

february:

  • 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)

march

  • 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

april

  • 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

may

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

june

  • 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
  • 👏  SHITPOSTS 👏  WRITTEN 👏  LIKE 👏  THIS 👏 

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). 

“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.

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Root/Shaw Parallels: 4x11

‘Die for something that you love’

#15 “Squad”

#15 from my au list;  Can’t it just be us for a day and not us and the whole squad no offense

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I was trying reaaaaaaally hard not to catch an attitude, but it was becoming inevitable .

“Y/N throw me some chips!” Za says, and I literally grab the whole bag of chips and throw it at his head, a look of shock on his face as everyone laughs.

If I wasn’t so irritated I would’ve laughed too, but now wasn’t the time .

“Babe you okay?” Justin whispers in my ear, his arm wrapped around me and I rolled my eyes.

“Just peachy Justin” I snap, because this was all his fault .

Everything was going just fine. We woke up, had amazing sex, ate breakfast, Justin ate me which lead to more sex, we watched a movie.. the day was going perfectly. Justin had been promoting his new album and he had just gotten home a few days ago, but we kept hanging out with the squad, and today I thought itd just be us … Until they showed up.

Justin grabbed my chin gently so I could look at him but I snatched it away, standing up.

“Y/N where are you going?” Kendall asks, and I sigh.

“Im going to the bathroom, do you all want to come and ruin that too?” I say, a little too harshly, before turning around and stomping to the restroom.

I closed the door behind me, closing my eyes. I just wanted them gone for ONE day out so we could continue our perfect day.

I opened my eyes when someone knocked on the door. “Baby? Its Justin, open up” He says and I sigh, unlocking the door and opening it.

He looked so good in his sweat pants and t shirt, his hair messy from our last sex session, few hickies visible on his neck.

“Did I do something? I thought we were okay” He asks, stepping inside of the bathroom and closing the door behind us.

I pout, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking up at him.

“We are okay, more than okay, its just-“I purse my lips, not wanting to sound clingy or demanding.

“Its just what baby? Tell me so I can fix it.” He presses, his hands wrapping around me.

“Its just, ever since you’ve been home its been us and everyone else. Cant it just be us for a day? Like today was going so perfect” I mumble, and he smiles at me.

“You want me to kick them out so we can pick up where we left off?” He asks seductively and I laugh.

“I just want to be with youuu, and only you” I whisper, my lips ghosting against his.

“Done” He murmurs, pressing his lips against mine.

anonymous asked:

Totty, I need advice, er... actually help. My ex has been bothering me or as people have told me, harassing me. Even after the school got involved, he is continuing. He's been talking shit and basically ruining my reputation just because he didn't want to be associated with me for liking art and anime even though we dated for three years, almost four and never cared until we had a fight. Can you help in anyway, with advice or anything? I love you so much Totty you're so precious btw!

Hmmm… it’s tough and there is so much I do not know about your situation. There’s nothing wrong with liking shows or reading manga and drawing art… The people who matter will stick by your side but the people who don’t… well, they’re a waste of time and space. Sadly he might not be that easy to get rid of, but if you show you don’t care, he’ll get bored I’m sure!

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You lived in Mystic Falls with your friends Elena and Caroline. You had already graduated, but your next great obstacle in life was college or moving to New York with your dad. You met Klaus during this stuck part of your life. You knew Klaus’ reputation and you knew he wasn’t really considered a good guy sometimes, and you were surprised when it was you he chose to pursue. You always thought you were plain or at least a loner in everybody else’s eyes, but Klaus saw a light in you. You were always good to him, even when you were having a bad day or he’d done something unbecoming of himself. You’d let him paint in your backyard, which went off into an open forest on the edge of the town. You were falling in love slowly but surely, despite your friends’ warnings. You got to know the worst of him and the best, like he did with you. He’d stay over with you sometimes, which led to a lack of sleep and something your friends asked about that you never gave detail on.

But the lack of sleep you got with him put you in a frightening position. You had gotten pregnant. Getting sick early one morning had confirmed it for you. You didn’t know how to feel…you were angry and then scared, and then it continued to fluctuate between those very emotions. “Well, what are you gonna tell him?” your friend, Caroline, asked over a phone call. You gripped your kitchen counter as you got your purse and sweater. “Look, my dad’s penthouse in New York is empty and I plan on moving there by the end of the summer. Whether or not he takes it well, I’m not gonna let somebody else raise this baby,” you snapped over the phone. “You might wanna think about how you’ll do it. You sound angry. Why are you angry? I thought you were happy,” Caroline continued. “I’m stressed out alright? Look. I gotta go,” you sighed. Hanging up, you put your hand on the front doorknob and then took it away gradually. What were you doing? Klaus had problems of his own…he probably wouldn’t want to hear this. What if he denied it? What if you lost him? Would making the excuse of getting knocked up the artificial way work? No. It had to be the truth. 

“…Look. I had to tell you. I wasn’t just gonna let it linger,” you said firmly as you stood in front of him that afternoon. He’d come over to see you since you hadn’t called in a few days, sitting on the couch as he tried to think about the news he just received. “…I’m sorry if that ruins the relationship for you, or if it seems impossible to you, but you don’t have to worry about it if you don’t want to,” you continued. “You think I’ll let you do this by yourself, Love?” he said as he stood. You tried not to let your nerve-wrecking mix of emotions show as you watched him cautiously. He gently held your arms as he smiled at you. “I haven’t cared about anyone in so long…this could bring me peace,” he told you. “You really want to?” you asked hopefully. He cupped your face as he kissed your forehead, and that gave you some relief as you hugged him gently, burying your face in his chest.

so…. that ruined me. that literally ruined me. i feel like mary’s story was wrapped up nicely, which is good because the show has always been about her. and now i have a headache from full on sobbing and my nose is all red and swollen and gross and it’s just… A Lot. Mary will continue to forever be a huge inspiration to me, for being so infinitesimally strong. For fighting to do the right thing till the very end. What a queen. What a woman. 

For Better or For Worse (2)

GOT7′s Jaebum ; fluff & angst

“You knew you would never be the same, for better or for worse.”

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“GOD STEVEN UNIVERSE JUST NEEDS TO BE CANCELED!!!”

Guys look.

I hate the fandom too.

I doubt you’ll find anyone who’s more absolutely fucking disgusted with Tumblr’s half of the fandom and how they think it’s okay to try to kill people over a fucking cartoon than I am.

But canceling the show is not only an extreme measure but it won’t do a damn thing to stop them or make them think twice about their actions.

They won’t even listen to the creators of the damn show when they tell them to calm their tits and let people draw what they want, the show could be canceled and Sugar could outright tell them it was because of THEM (or that she even ended it herself!) and they’d just rage at CN and the Crewniverse or blame “the patriarchy” or “institutional racism” or literally anything except admit they had any part in it.

They won’t learn anything and they’ll just latch onto some other big thing and continue to do what they do until they ruin whatever fandom they’re in now like they almost did with Undertale while the show was on hiatus.

And besides, it’ll disappoint the kids watching it and the adult/teen fans who AREN’T fucking insane like me and the fandom on places like Reddit.

That’s why if @staff outright refuses to do anything about it, it’s up to us to make it so that these sociopaths and idiots aren’t welcome in the SU fandom if all they’re going to do is throw a fucking fit when people draw things or ship things they don’t like bad enough to make people kill themselves.

That shit is NOT going to be tolerated anymore. We have GOT to get people to start speaking out against it and doing something about it.

Start keeping tabs on shitheads who engage in absuive behavior like that.

Warn people about them.

And I don’t mean the usual tumblr callout crap where someone completely lies about an innocent person to ruin their life, I mean have actual PROOF.

Proof of something actually BAD, something RECENT and not like five years ago that the person hasn’t had any change of heart or realized what they said was wrong.

Someone who actually DESERVES “receipts.”

Or better yet, get their fucking parents involved or whatever authorities necessary to make this shit fucking stop.

Because how many times is this going to have to happen until something changes?

How many people are gonna have to almost die?

How many people are gonna have to ACTUALLY die?

When’s it gonna end?

When we gonna live?

Something’s gotta happen NOW. 

Or something’s gonna give.  

I need to talk about Yuuri's "last time on the ice"

(or so he thought)

I believe this is so important since it’s the part all of us had been looking forward to the most.
(or at least before we realised gala was going to be a thing.)

Victor has been known for making every programme feel like a new beginning, but what Yuuri is going to do here is the opposite, this programme was meant to be his ending.

(Their faces before entering the rink, you can already sense a lot of feels coming up.)

There were so many different emotions in this part, from sad sobs after realising that everything was coming to an end, to happy tears after realising that the goal has been achieved.

I have always loved this programme, but this time it got even better.

We all knew that this one was going to be perfect, that all his jumps would be flawless, but the feelings it gave, oh my God.

(Definitely longer than that 3-page English essay I did last week at school, I’m putting this under the cut.)

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anonymous asked:

OK but for your consideration, Kylo in crop tops?

“what do you think?”

hux is taken aback by the question from the stranger currently posing awkwardly in front of the dressing room mirrors.  he doesn’t often shop in department stores - does all he can to avoid them, in fact.  he’s always been more attracted to smallish boutique-style shops.  doesn’t like the crowds; the experience is more personal without them, and not being forced to paw through racks at bloomingdale’s like the rest of the masses helps to avoid showing up at department parties wearing the same tie as someone else. 

also helps to avoid this - this being having to interact with men damn near his age trying on articles that stopped being appropriate at least a decade ago.

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