would you bee my girlfriend if i

descendants characters as stuff my friends have said
  • Mal: "I will not hesitate to vore you right here."
  • Evie: "Me and my fifty-dollar lipstick are too good for him."
  • Jay: "If you ever need to stress-fuck, I'm here for you, bro."
  • Carlos: "Heterosexuality WHOMST???"
  • Ben: "I would die for each and every one of her extensions."
  • Audrey: "I'll step on you in fucking Twinkle Toes."
  • Jane: "He breathed in my direction, so I guess he's interested."
  • Lonnie: "When do I get my honorary Lesbian sword?"
  • Chad: "Do you think Trump's dick is orange, too?"
  • Uma: "I don't deserve this. I want my girlfriend."
  • Harry: [holding a frying pan] "A pan is going to beat your ass...WITH A PAN."
  • Gil: "I'm a nationally ranked student athlete and I still never know what the fuck is going on."
  • Dizzy: "I'm just cute, nothing else to it."
Avengers Chatroom: Pizza

Requested by Anon

Pairings: Peter Parker x f!Reader

Scenario: The team really wants to know who Peter’s girlfriend is. Especially Tony.

A/N:  моему маленькому ангелу - my little angel. Thank you to the Anon who let me know about the correct translation <3

Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Nat, Steve, Clint.

Tony: I have some news about Peter.

Clint: What did he do?

Steve: Leave the kid alone.

Nat: You are like an aunt who is always gossiping.

Tony: Do you want to know or not?!

Steve: It’s none of your or ours business if he did anything. He’s a good kid so I doubt it’s something bad.

Clint: Yup.




Nat: He is a teenage boy. He must have a girlfriend. This is not surprising.

Tony: I didn’t raise him like this!

Clint: You didn’t raise him at all.

Tony: Don’t any of you want to know who this girlfriend is?


Steve: Kinda.

Nat: Steve!

Steve: What? He never introduced us to her! We are his second family. We should know.

Nat: True… Okay, who is it?

Tony: I don’t know.

Steve: Well find out.

Tony: You find out!

Nat has added Peter.

Nat: So, you have a girlfriend?

Peter: No I don’t.

Tony: Then who gave you the hickeys?!

Peter: What? I don’t have that.

Clint: Tony maybe you imagined it.


Tony has added Y/N, Bucky, Sam, Bruce, Thor.

Tony: Who knows who Peter’s girlfriend?

Tony: Whoever she is, she gave him hickeys!

Y/N: That is none of your business!

Steve: That’s what I said.

Y/N: and stop mentioning the hickeys!

Peter: This is so awkward.

Bruce: Stop harassing him Tony.

Thor: What are hickeys? Is it some type of animal?

Y/N: … Yes.

Bruce: Don’t mislead Thor. We don’t need a repeat of last time.



Thor: I almost threw Mjolnir at him …

Y/N: whoops.


Peter: I don’t have a girlfriend!

Bucky: He must be telling the truth. Are we really going to believe Tony? Of all people?

Tony: Hurtful.

Peter: Can we change the subject?

Sam: I kind of want to know as well now. Who’s the lucky lady?

Peter: I am not dating anyone.

Steve: I will find out.

Y/N: Leave him alone.

Tony: Confess!

Nat: We just want to meet her.

Steve: Maybe his aunt knows.

Tony: If you don’t tell me, I will ask your aunt.


Peter: Please don’t!

Bucky: Ask his aunt.

Peter: She doesn’t know!

Thor: Perhaps she ought to.

Tony: Maybe I’ll visit her right now.

Peter: I’ll do anything! Don’t tell her!

Sam: Why not?

Peter: She should find out from me, not any of you!

Nat: So you are dating someone.

Tony: I’m only 5 minutes away.

Tony: Do you think she’ll be surprised?

Y/N: It’s me! I’m his girlfriend!

Y/N: Don’t tell his aunt!

Clint: MY SWEET Y/N?!


Y/N: Okay I’m sweet or sinful, which is it?!

Peter: … Both, babe.

Sam: Okay. Ew. Ew. Ew. I don’t need to know that.

Bucky: I would never have guessed.

Nat: Awww my two babies are dating <3

Thor: This is most adorable!

Sam: Didn’t know you had a thing for spiders.

Y/N: Oh shush.

Bruce: I assume you both have been given the birds and the bees talk?

Bruce: I will recite it just in case.

Y/N: Please don’t!

Peter: I didn’t know my cheeks could get as red as my suit…

Steve: I need pictures of the two of you!

Y/N: For what?

Steve: To frame! You’re growing up so fast!

Clint: I don’t accept this! Don’t condone this!


Steve: And why not?

Peter: This is why we were anxious to tell any of you.



Peter: Mr. Stark… I don’t mean to insult you but…I’m not your son. I should be able to date Y/N without your permission.

Tony: After all I’ve done for you… You come into MY HOUSE

Y/N: Chat*


Y/N: What do you think I’ll do to Peter?! Kill him?!

Tony: Well no. You two actually make a very good couple.

Y/N: Then why all the fuss?!

Tony: I don’t want you and him to date because Nat is your mentor. You know her famous Thighs Of Death move and what if YOU INJURE HIM DURING SEXY TIMES… IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

Nat: You have already embarrassed them enough. Do you really think I’m going to let you tell моему маленькому ангелу that and live?

Tony: … I’m sorry.

Tony: Y/N, tell your mama bear to stand down!

Tony: Please!

Tony has left the chat.

Nat has left the chat.

Peter: Do you think we should go help him?

Y/N: He’ll be fine.

Steve: Well… That was certainly quite the experience.

Bucky: I’m going to go see Tony get his ass kicked. Happy days :)

Bucky has left the chat.

Sam has left the chat.

Clint: Listen here, Peter. If you hurt my little Y/N, I will shoot you. I never miss. EVER.

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N: … I guess that’s his way of giving us his blessings.

Peter: I’m very scared right now.

Thor: You would be scared only if you meant to hurt Lady Y/N…

Peter: That’s not what I mean!

Thor: I will be watching you. Closely. At all times. Wherever you may be, I will be there. Watching.

Thor has left the chat.

Y/N: … That’s not creepy at all.

Peter: Study date tonight? I’ll bring pizza and all your favorite snacks.

Y/N: Yes. Did I ever tell you that I love you? Because I do. Very much.

Peter: Are you only saying that because I’m bringing food?

Y/N: Partially.

Peter: Well I love you too.

Bruce: Maybe I can tutor you two…

Y/N: Date. Study DATE.

Bruce: Just want to make sure that studying is the only thing happening.

Peter: … So two pizzas it is then.

Bruce: Good :)

Bruce has left the chat.

Steve: What are you going to study?

Y/N: History.

Steve: Make it three pizzas.

Steve has left the chat.

Peter: Will we ever be alone after this?

Y/N: We just have to be extra sneaky.

Vision has joined the chat.

Vision: I have been informed of an impromptu study session with pizza. Make it four, please.


Vision: Five actually. Wanda will be joining.

Peter: Who eats an entire pizza?!

Vision: Six now. Pietro will be in attendance.

Y/N: I’m moving to Wakanda.

Peter: Right behind you.

Y/N has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Vision: So no pizza?

Vision has left the chat.

shit my girlfriend has said to me

“bye i’m gay”
“i found candles in the shape of cacti”
“dogs are too good for us”
“what would this world do without me?”
“i can happily rub your butt if it’ll make you feel better”
“please give me your dog”
“what’s that bee movie even about?”
“i can’t believe i’m dating a furry”
“your fetish is getting out of hand”
“i was just in the shower and i was thinking about how we should watch shrek”
“who needs a cat when you’re dating someone who is like a cat?”
“those white haired anime boys are your weakness”
“you know i’m weak for thighs”
“at least you’re like an anime character now”
“if it makes you feel better, i think you’re 100% punk”
“why are cats scared of cucumbers?”
“i’m scarred for life thanks to them”
“you won’t believe what i just did”
“i’m gonna blame it on the vodka i had”
“are you implying that you love my pick-up lines?”
“were you laughing at the person crying?!”
“that’s pretty dramatic for a sports anime”
“you’re making me suffer with you”
“what’s your fursona?”
“you’re the only furry i’d date”
“i can’t believe i’m dating an anime nerd”
“what’s that anime about? is it about dogs?”
“why do so many of them hate dogs?”

You used to call me your bumble bee because I always called you honey. It was the only word I couldn’t imagine her calling you. You were her baby and my honey; I wonder if you were someone elses sweetheart.

I was never something permanent to you, just something you liked but never really wanted to live with. Nobody wants a beehive in their back yard, nobody wants a girl who can’t stay in one place, nobody wants to bring home a girl who stings everything she touches. I wasn’t the girl you brought home but my venom poisoning your relationship, but you had an Epi-Pen. You didn’t know it would kill me every time you got stung.

I always called you honey but i think you were not only the honey, but the bee too. I guess that’s kind of messed up to say because honey is really just bee vomit, but maybe that makes it even more fitting. I told you everything. But I don’t think i ever told you was that my mom cheated on my dad, and i used to write the other man hate mail; always hoping that maybe next time I would have the courage to send them. Albert Bandura has a theory that states what you see as a kid, you become. I guess what I’m trying to say is I wonder if she writes me letters too.

You are, sorry, were my honey and my bumble bee. I’m not really sure if I should write this in past or present tense. Anyways, I guess that’s kind of messed up to say because someone in this equation always ends up getting stung. My dads allergic to bee’s and even though kids usually grow out of it, they say it’s genetic. What I’m trying to say is that every time I was with you it was so hard to breathe, and every time you left I was exhausted- maybe this is because I was holding my breath trying not to say the wrong thing, trying not to tell you to leave her. Maybe it was because keeping up with the lies you told her tired me out. I guess what I’m trying to say it that I’m not sure if it hurts more getting stung, or the aftermath.

You were my honey. I guess that’s the problem. Someone always ends up getting stuck. I’m sorry that it had to be me. Part of me is stuck in your sweet and stickiness, I’m not ready to leave. The rest of me knows that there is not enough room for the three of us in this hive.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t want to be your honey anymore but I’m not sure quite how I should let my heart know.

The hardest part of this wasn’t trying to sort through our memories for the best one which would make this fucked up situation pretty. It wasn’t revisiting the text messages your girlfriend sent me. It wasn’t remembering the way you used to touch me. The hardest part of writing you this was trying to figure out of it should be a love letter, hate mail, or an apology.

You are the honey to my bee and I guess thats kind of messed up to say because I never even liked honey before you. The strangest part of this is that I like honey now, so much so my lips often crave it. I bet hers do too. I wonder who you crave, or are we both just hives caging you from someone else.

—  The Beekeeper by Heather Vance
A Beeautiful Misunderstanding

I just wanted to write something silly and this was the result. Zero planning went into this, and I’m strangely pleased with the results anyway.

“Watch out!”

Marinette barely managed to dodge the street lamp thrown at her courtesy of today’s second akuma. It should have been frightening. Instead, it was just exhausting. Honestly, Marinette had to wonder where Hawkmoth was even finding so many angry people. Given how much she struggled to keep up with her grades, her attendance at school, and her job protecting Paris, part of her was surprised she hadn’t been akumatized herself yet.

Before she could move away from the area and out of danger, she was being scooped up and carried off to a nearby rooftop. “You’re okay, right?”

Marinette looked up to see the newest superhero staring down at her. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Great. Stay there, and I’ll get this villain away from you.” Queen Bee smirked. “We can talk about paying me back for saving you later!”

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anonymous asked:

How would Heechul react to his girlfriend beeing all selfcautious and staring at the mirror?

Heechul: *silently approaches you and hugs you from behind*

Heechul: What’s my beautiful girlfriend doing while looking so worried?

You: …nothing


Heechul: You know, if you don’t stop staring at that mirror so anxiously I’m seriously going to attack you with kisses!

You: Since when is that a bad thing?

Heechul: See?

Heechul: You can only gain something if you turn around to look at me instead!

Heechul: Don’t I deserve to look at my girlfriend’s beautiful face sometimes, huh?!

eternalevecho  asked:

"And you thought THAT was a good idea?" Chloenette for the writing prompt?

Pairing: Chloenette
Prompt: “And you thought THAT was a good idea?!”

“And you thought THAT was a good idea?!” Ladybug yelled at Queen Bee, after releasing the akuma and activating her Miraculous Cure. 

“Well what was I supposed to do? You didn’t have your lucky charm, Chat was busy saving a bus filled of people, and the akuma was ready to hit a home run on your head!” Queen Bee retorted, flipping her hair and then placing her hands on her hip. Ladybug growled, and in the background Chat winced. 

“That doesn’t matter! I know how to take care of myself! First it was Chat, now it’s you. I don’t NOT need you jumping in front of me!” Hurt flickered momentarily over Queen Bees face before she morphed it into indifference.

“Whatever then! See if I care, Ma-ri-nette!” Queen Bee was gone before Ladybug could say another word, instead sighing softly.

“My Lady?” Chat started hesitantly but Ladybug put her hand up to stop him.

“I-I know Chat, I messed up. She just, she doesn’t understand!” Ladybug lamented, her head turned down. Chat laid his hand on Ladybug’s shoulder, causing her to look up.

“Then help her understand,” He replied, compassion in his tone. With a smile and a quick nod, Ladybug was off towards Le Grande Paris, attempting to quickly catch up with Queen Bee.

Luckily, she found Queen Bee, untransformed, seated by the rooftop pool of the hotel.

“What do you want?” Chloe asked sharply as she stood up from her seat. Ladybug detransformed before racing over and grabbing her girlfriend in a hug.

“I’m sorry!” She started as her eyes filled with tears, “I just love you so much and hate even the thought of you getting hurt! And then you jump in front and try to save me and you don’t understand! I get so scared, so, so scared Chloe! That one day you’re going to get really hurt and it would be all my fault!” Chloe could only look down at her crying girlfriend in completely shock before pressing their lips together hard. Marinette’s fingers fisted around Chloe’s shirt as she desperately tried to press closer to her.

Pulling away, Chloe rested her forehead against Marinette’s and gazed into her eyes.

“That’s exactly how I feel when the akumas go straight for you. I can’t help it Mari. I love you,” she whispered to Marinette.

“I love you too,” Marinette whispered back, “please don’t risk your life for mine.”

“I can’t promise that,” Chloe replied honestly, and at Marinette’s frown placed another kiss on her lips, “but I’ll try and be careful. Promise.”

At that Marinette smiled softly and nodded, and the two sat down together at the edge of the pool and cuddled.


Send me a sentence for a f/f m/m or ot3 ship and I’ll write a mini fic!

Sabrina: I-I know we’ve been hanging out a lot and you’re really really cool and I wanted to know if you…would like to be my girlfriend? 

Cece: Am I stoned right now or did cute girl just ask me out? 

Sabrina: If I’m cute girl then yes…I did

Cece: Well then of course I’ll date you, little bee! 

how to ask out fellow memers

- hey yo tony, wanna be my boy/girlfriend-roni

- youre the rarest pepe ive ever met

- i crave your mineral

- you make my heart go nyoom

- being with you would be a WIN-na ween

- Waluwillyougooutwithme

- ur my sweetie ;)

- bee (movie) mine

- will you goat out with me

- are we science side of tumblr? cuz we got chemistry

- i would return from the skeleton war just to see your face

- i loaf you

- if i had any idea what cheeky nandos is/was/were im sure youd be just as great as he/she/it is (???)

- i snove you (snail love you)

- be the left shark to my right shark

Beeing best friends with Trent Seven would incloud…

•…always asking you if he should changes his beard

•…him getting nervous when you and his girlfriend spend to much time because he always think you two make evil plans

•… he allowes you to punch him if he think about start smoking again

•… ‘is my ass looking strange in that pants?’

•… 'Bro … i can see on which side your dick is and omg not even my yoga pants are that thigh?!’

•…he is the perfect wingman 'Hey nice beard btw this is [Y/N]’ ….in his opinion he is perfect…well it always work even it is ridiculous

•…as your boyfriend broke up with you he first went to his place and nearly killed him than he went to you with chocolate and teddy bears

•…after that he send you to a blind date with Mark Andrews

•…'Treat her like a princess or i kill you too’


•…as you two started dating he watched every step Mark made

•…your are very important for him

•…you didn’t had a braidsmaid at your wedding … you had the braidsbeard…don’t ask the name was Tyler’s idea

☆I hope you are okay with the little Mark Andrews part☆

Requested by @wrestlingnoob

Originally posted by fuckyeahtrentseven

anonymous asked:

Who are YOUR favorite blogs?

Hard question because I have so many. 

@daddy-vodka / @cannibal-menendez ; she’s my girlfriend and the first true crime blog I really liked. 

@theodorebunny My mother and she deserves everything. 

@klebcld We talked maybe once but I feel like I know you. ily bee 

@daily-dahmer One of the best True Crime Blogs

@ramirezricardo Also one of the best True Crime Blogs 

@eric-cleborn the like god

@its-all-baloney-now Would love to talk to you~ and I do go on your blog a lot tbh.

@dahmerrr213 One of the newest True Crime blogs I found and I love them already. 

@666nightprowler ahh we can’t forget the very first Richard Ramirez blog I found and loved since.

~ to all my mutuals and blogs I follow - I love all of your blogs ♥

Fairy Tale (VampireAU! Namjoon)


-Requests Closed- 

Word Count: 3,269 words~

Fairy tales. This falsified idea that we can wish on stars, believe in fate and things will be alright. This is the real world. This unforgiving place where the single spark of hope can easily be crushed by others, intentionally or not. And what was left? Nothing and just you. It just left you alone to rebuild what you had, making you weary of anyone who could knock it down again. This is how walls are built, this is how people become insecure. Every single shred of hope was so precious to you that you can’t let someone else tamper with it. You can’t let yourself rebuild again. You just couldn’t…

“Damnit.” You hit your table with your fist, unable to finish the thoughts you typed on the screen and stared at the flickering line where you stopped. You were a writer, always was one for sharing thought and opinion. Fortunately, people began to agree with the things you shared and here you were, thinking of something else to say. Something to formulate an opinion on. It was simple.


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anonymous asked:

Hi momo. I love you and your stories! I read all of them but as a gay female human reading the monster girlfriends is definitely my guilty pleasure. If it's not trouble i would love to see a continuation of the queen bee, i adored her and cannot get the end of the fic when she says that she will prepare the reader for her eggs out of my head! Ok bye love you and thank you for being awesome ❤

I’m trying to be more inclusive and doing more diverse stories featuring more same sex relationships. THIS list here has all my wlw stories for easy browsing. And yes! I am planning to do more to Queen Bee. I’m so glad you love her.

Relationship Or Reputation - Lydia Imagine For Anon

Prompt can be found here.

So, Lydia’s my favorite character and I got a bit carried away with this one. I have to put a Read More cut in! This is nearly 3,000 words. However, I’m super happy with it and I hope you all enjoy!

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Sam Wilkinson Imagine - The Truth

(Requested by anon)

You walk out of your bedroom and turn towards the stairs, trying to go talk to your mum but was greeted by Sam. “What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, trying to push him out of your way.

“Your mum’s having a dinner party tonight, I thought you were aware, [Y/N]?” he smirks.

“Yeah, a family dinner party, not one with assholes like you” you snap back, making your way past him.

Sam is your mum’s best friend’s son. He is the same age as you and unfortunately, also goes to the same school. You both used to be friends, but it was only because your mums were always together and you both were constantly stuck together. But that changed when you both turned 14 and moved to the same school. Socially, you aren’t exceptionally doing well but you’re not horrible. You’re somewhere around average or a tad higher, it’s just that no one really knows you exist that much. Whereas Sam is friends with the rather dreamy boys at school, ones that all the girls drool over while walking past. Everyone knows who he is. You don’t have a problem with his friends, they aren’t rude or anything to you, it’s only Sam who does that to you. You’re not gonna lie, he is quite attractive… But you would never go there since he has the worst personality and is the biggest dick head to you. You miss the old, funny, nice him though.

“That’s not very nice, I was trying to start a lovely conversation with you” he says sarcastically.

You continued walking down the stairs, holding the rude finger up at him, as you do so. You go over to the kitchen where your mum, aunt and Sam’s mum are whipping up some dishes.

“[Y/N], haven’t you gotten ready yet?” your mum asks, whisking something in a giant bowl.

“No, not yet” you say, “hey, who’s coming tonight?”

“Just family” she sweetly smiles.

“Just family?” you ask.

She nods, placing the mixing bowl down and picking up something else to do, “yes, just family.”

Making sure that Sam’s mum wasn’t listening, you say, “then why is Sam here?”

Your mum laughs, “oh because they’re just as close as family. You grew up with Sammy, he’s almost like a brother.”

You roll your eyes at the thought of being ‘close’ with Sam. “Alright then” you force a smile before heading back upstairs.

You made your way over to your bedroom, grunting as you walked in. “Sam, why the hell are you in here?” you asked, hand on your hip.

“Because I want to be” he says, the tone of his voice making you want to rip his head off.

“Can’t you sit somewhere down stairs and not in my freaking room on my bed?”

Sam shrugs, lying more comfortably on your bed “nah, your bed is pretty comfortable.”

You roll your eyes, deciding to carry on with getting ready as you know from experience that he won’t leave any time soon. You brush through your hair, Sam watching as you do so, making you rather uncomfortable but you brush it off. You pick up your foundation and brush and just as you’re about to start applying it, Sam interrupts, “passss” he says.

“Pass what?” you asked, annoyed.

“Why are you wearing makeup?” he retaliates, sitting up.

“Because I want to, it makes me look better”

“No, it makes 78% of girls look weird because they’re hiding away their already beautiful faces. Like yours, you look great without makeup already, so why are you trying to hide that?” he says.

You ignore him and turn back to your mirror, Sam sighing as you apply your foundation then the rest of your makeup. You finished off the look with just lip balm to moisturize your lips. You didn’t really like putting on lipstick or anything heavy like that.

“Ok, well I have to agree with the lip balm, it does make your lips look good” he says out of no where. You turn around and give him a 'you’re so annoying’ face before grabbing a dress and heading over to the bath room to get changed. “You can just change here, I don’t mind!” he shouts after you but you ignore him.

You come back in the room, Sam still sitting on your bed. You adjust your dress in front of the mirror and out the corner of your eye, you can see Sam staring at you, looking up and down.

He smiles genuinely, “you look amazing.” The comment sounded truthful and you were about to say 'thank you’ but stopped yourself, realizing that chances are, he is joking.

You hear the door bell ring, indicating that the rest of your family is here. “[Y/N]! CAN YOU PLEASE GET THAT?” you hear your mum from downstairs.

“Yep!” you shout back, exiting the room.

“I’ll wait here for you” you hear Sam call.

You open the front door, revealing seven of your uncle and aunties, about five cousins under the age of ten and your snobby girly fourteen year old cousin. You greet them all with hugs and hellos but your fourteen year old cousin slips past you and plops herself on the couch. You shrug her off, continuing greeting the rest of the family and helping them place their stuff down. You make your way upstairs and go back inside your room and closed the door to block out the noise from downstairs. You slid down the door and sat on the carpet, closing your eyes as you sigh in relief.

“Big family?” Sam asks, slightly startling you.

“Yeah” you puff.

He nods in acknowledgement, so what do you want to do to kill time?“

"I don’t know” you say, not quite sure why you’re wasting energy replying to him.

“You want to just, like, I don’t know, talk and stuff?” he suggests. You nod, earning a small smile from him. It was silent before he started speaking again, “I’m sorry if I’ve made you hate me, it wasn’t exactly my goals.”

You furrow your eyebrows, confused at what he just said, “what?”

“Just for like, being a dick and stuff. I don’t mean to be, it happens and I realize that it’s too late or that the effect on you isn’t what I wanted” he says, biting his bottom lip.

“Oh” you say, thinking through it in your mind. You aren’t quite sure whether this is a joke or not but your instincts tell you he is being truthful while your brain disagreed. “But I think you’re lying. You aren’t sorry and you don’t care.”

His face dropped, his gaze stuck on the little stain on your carpet, “I do.”

You sigh, not sure what this even means. “I don’t know Sam, it’s pretty convincing that you don’t care. We’ve been to the same school for like four years now and you’ve been the same. So I’m sorry if I don’t think what you’re saying is true.”

“What I’m saying is true,” he starts, “I don’t mean to say the things I have said, they kinda happen and in a way, it makes me feel like you’ll think I’m cool and not the dorky little me in primary school. Have you ever heard the thing where boys are mean to the girls they like? Yeah well, I guess that’s true because I don’t mean the shit I say and sometimes crap comes flying out of my mouth without even thinking through it and I’m sorry.”

“You like me?” you finally say after a long pause.

Sam was about to reply when you hear your mum calling the both of you down to dinner. You look at him, hoping that he’d reply but he just stood up and walked towards the door and helped you up. Both of you didn’t say anything on the way down stairs and you were about to sit next to each other on the dining table when your snobby little cousin comes and sits in your spot, probably just because she wants to sit next to the 'hot boy’ according to her when she first met him. You roll you eyes, your mum catching you and giving you 'the look’. As an alternative, you sit in between her parents, diagonally across from Sam.

The dinner was awkward and loud. You and Sam caught the other staring a couple of times. Your cousin tried starting numerous conversation with him but they quickly fell as he obviously felt a little awkward from the way she looked at him. After you finished, you and Sam headed upstairs while your parents and older relatives gathered around the living room and opened a bottle of wine.

“Wait for me” your cousin says, running up after you both. You and Sam gave each other looks before shrugging and carrying on upstairs.

When in the room, it was awkward and quiet. The only one still attempting to start conversation is your cousin, trying her hardest to get Sam.

Sam stood up, your cousin following his footsteps, “[Y/N] and I are going to get something, we’ll be back in a second.”

“Oh, let me help you” your cousin says.

“No, it’s ok. [Y/N] and I have got it” he says, giving you a look.

“Seriously, let me help you, please” she insists.

“It’s fine, we’ll be back in a second” he says, smiling at you as he grabbed your hand and made it out to the hall.

“What are you doing?” you laugh.

“I need to talk to you” he says, taking you to the main bedroom’s balcony. He closes the sliding door behind him and leans against the railing and takes in a deep breath.

“What do you need to talk to me about?” you ask, being the first to say something in the last two minutes.

He smiles, stepping close to you. “I’m not quite sure where to start but I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time, I just never got the balls to…” he starts, “Ever since we were little kids, people would ask me who I wanted to marry and if I had a girlfriend. Obviously, I didn’t really know what that meant so as the answers, I said you, because you were my best friend and I thought it would be cool to marry my best friend. Usually, the view on who you wish to marry will change as you grow up but mine never did. I remember when I was six and your smile brightened my day up after school, when the bullies took my juice box. I remember when I was eight at the spelling bee and how seeing you cheer me on in the crowd made me feel like a superhero. When I was nine, I remember my neighbor Rick calling you rude names and how you cried. I hated that and I remember getting a bruise on my knee from him pushing me when I confronted him. But it made you feel better so that’s ok. I remember when I was eleven and I broke my arm and you were there waiting with me in the emergency room because your mum told you and you panicked and demanded her take you to me. I remember seeing you for the first time at school when I was fourteen and I loved how the sun shone on your hair and the smile you wore while laughing with your friends. At that moment, I knew I had to be cool because we were in high school now and that’s where everyone got girlfriends and boyfriends and it was my mission to make you my girlfriend. So I tried and tried and tried but it only made you hate me. Things started slipping out of my mouth that I don’t mean and I was annoying you. You began to ignore me and it tore my heart apart. Everything I said, everything I had done wrong, I don’t mean it. All I ever wanted was for you to like me and think I was cool but I failed, miserably. You think I’m a dick, I think you look beautiful with your hair down. You think I’m annoying, I think your laugh is the most wonderful sound in the world. You hate me, I know that. But I guess what I’m trying to actually say is that I’ve loved you even before I knew what love meant. I’ve loved you since that first time someone asked me who I wanted to marry. Ask me now who I want to marry and a thousand times over and over I will say you. I love you and I’ve wanted to say that since forever.”

You feel a tear run down your cheek. Undeniably, some of the things he said, you felt the same about towards him. But your 'hatred’ for him had covered that. You hug him tight, your head resting on his chest, your tears staining his shirt. You feel a kiss on your forehead and you smile. You both stay like that for a while, enjoying the silence.

“So in a way, I guess I’m gonna ask you something and I honestly don’t know what you’re gonna say and if it’s a no, I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait and try my best to make it a yes. Can we restart? As friends? If tha-”

He was cut off by a plastic cup hitting the sliding door on the other side. It was your mums and a couple of your aunties drunk and apparently listening to the whole thing.

“ASK HER OUT FOR GOD SAKES!” your auntie shouts, making you blush.

“I DIDN’T RAISE YOU TO BE A COWARD, GO ON!” his mum adds. They all laugh for about half a minute before leaving the room and out of sight.

“Well, that was strange” you say.

He laughs, “yeah.” Another awkward silence fell, your fingers playing with the front of his shirt. “[Y/N], will you be my girlfriend?” he asks.

You look at him shocked before nodding, “yes” you smile, “yes Sammy, I would love to.” Sam leans down and kisses you, his hand on your hip, pulling you closer.

“I missed when you called me Sammy” he says.

“I missed when you used to be dorky” you say.


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Prompt: showing off Amy in Texas (Mary or Missy)

“Oh Amy, you’re just going to love my church group” Mary beamed as she climbed out of the car and made her way into the building.

Sheldon rolled his eyes. He loved his mother but sometimes she could be a bit much. As soon as he told her that Amy would be coming for thanksgiving, she had invited the whole family around as well as several strangers.

Somehow over all these years, he had still managed to fall victim to the infernal ‘attend church once a year’ rule. At least this time he would have Amy next to him.

However, that did not come as much comfort when he was sat on a hard wooden pew for hours in a swelteringly hot church whilst middle-aged ladies swooned around him. The service had ended but he had been trapped by his mother’s friends.

“Oh Mary is this your son?”
“Little Sheldon! You’ve gotten so tall! I remember when you were only yay high”
“I hear you’re a rocket scientist now”

After battling off the sea of women, Sheldon made a bee line for Amy who had been laughing at him. Lucky for her, no one knew her here so she was safe from their nattering.

“Come on, we’re getting out of here” he took Amy’s hand and attempted to drag her through the crowd.

This was a mistake.

“Sheldon, who is this fine young lady?”
“Who’d have thought little Shelly would have a girlfriend?”
“My, my, my, who do we have here?”

Suddenly, they were encapsulated yet again. There was no escape.
Sheldon watched as Amy smiled broadly and introduced herself to everyone. She shook their hands and smiled and talked about herself and her job and her relationship with Sheldon who also joined in on some of the conversations. In a word, Amy was a delight.

Eventually, Mary, Sheldon and Amy piled back into the car to get home.
Sheldon had no idea how Amy could stand such torment. It was hardly a surprise though. Amy was wonderfully charming and intelligent. She had plenty of worthy accomplishments and was a renowned scientist.

For a while there he had actually enjoyed talking to his mom’s friends. They admired Amy almost as much as he did which was the first thing anyone in this town had ever been right about. Once the topic of conversation had moved to his girlfriend, Sheldon had barely been able to stop talking.

Amy pulled into the driveway of his childhood home. The rest of the family had managed to escape church and had been busy cooking ready for thanksgiving dinner.

Missy stood at the table placing down plates and plates of delicious food.

“Amy, this pie looks delicious”

“Thank you Missy” Amy replied earnestly.

“You should try her spinach dip. To this day I think it is the best thing I’ve ever tasted” Sheldon beamed at his girlfriend, radiating pride.

Missy smiled at the private eye contact she saw the couple make.

“Let me help you with that” Amy walked over to help Missy who was struggling with several plates and glasses. Amy staggered under the weight of the crockery until Sheldon came to her rescue.

“I’ll take these” he smiled and walked through to the kitchen.

“You never would usually catch Shelly helping with the dishes. You bring out something good in him. Poor soul never stops talking about you” Missy giggled at how smitten her brother was with his girlfriend.

When thanksgiving dinner was finally ready, the whole family gathered around the table. Mary’s usual seat next to Sheldon was taken by Amy and Mary now sat the other side of her. She grasped Amy’s hand tight and closed her eyes ready for prayer.

“Sheldon? Would you lead today’s prayer?”

Sheldon rolled his eyes but held out his hand for Amy to take and reached for his sister’s with the other. He cleared his throat.

“Dear Lord, your existence is-”

“Sheldon!” Mary’s voice gave him a warning.

Amy squeezed her boyfriends hand in support. Sheldon sighed and gave in.

“Dear Lord, we thank you for this meal we are about to receive”

He let go of everyone’s palms, believing he was finished.

“More” Mary instructed, still with her eyes closed.

Another sigh and Sheldon continued, “We thank you for our health. We thank you for…”
Sheldon stuttered, running out of things to be thankful for.

Amy’s whispered overtook and finished for him, “We thank you for family and friends and the love we share with them”

“Amen” everyone chorused.

Mary opened her eyes, “Amy that was lovely”

Suddenly, Sheldon interrupted, “Wait!”
He grasped for his neighbours hands again and closed his eyes. Everyone copied in confusion, unsure as to what he was doing.

When all was quiet, Sheldon began with a soft whisper.

“Lord, we would like to also put special thanks for Amy Farrah Fowler”
He felt Amy’s hand tense in his but continued regardless and help her tighter.

“Thank you for carving the most perfect human being, thank you for her incredible patience, her understanding, her wonderful intelligence and capacity to care more than anyone else I know. Thank you Amy for bringing love to my life”

Sheldon finished to a silent room. Slowly, everyone of opened their eyes and looked over to Sheldon and Amy. Amy’s cheeks were a deep red but her eyes were full of love as she held tightly to Sheldon’s hand.

Mary picked up her glass and held it in the air. Everyone copied and clinked glasses.



  • CAN WE TALK ABOUT BONES AND SPOCK THOUGH? that moment when spock volunteers bones up for taking over a bee ship and he just loses it. SHUT UP BONES YOU KNOW YOU LOVE HIM
  • JAYLAH IS LEGIT MY BABE. ngl from the trailers, i wasn’t really liking her that much and i thought she would be some sort of throwaway female romantic interest character or whatever BUT BOY AM I ASHAMED OF THINKING THAT. SHE WAS A BEAST AND A++++ FOR NOT FORCING HER INTO A ROMANCE WITH ANYONE SERIOUSLY
  • i loved that music bit okay legit it was so loud and i loved it okay AND WAS I IMAGINING THINGS OR WERE THEY TOTALLY ROCKING OUT TO IT IN THE SHIP?
  • AND HOW COULD WE FORGET THOSE EYEBROW RAISES? i see you, spock and sulu
  • AND EVERYONE LOVES SULU OKAY. WHEN KRALL WAS BORDERLINE KILLING HIM I WAS FREAKING OUT. and then syl gives up the artifact to save him like? i didn’t know everyone loved sulu that much dang
  • and let’s not forget sulu had family at yorktown like he was so subtle but you could see how worried he was when they were trying to stop the bee swarm from ripping apart the base
  • literally the damage that was done to the enterprise by that swarm though…gosh that was so extra omg literally it was DESTROYED AND RIPPED APART AND SET ON FIRE AND BLASTED AND IT EXPLODED AND WHY
  • honestly though that bee swarm was straight up savage? in the beginning when they were legit ripping the enterprise to shreds people were literally being sucked into space and dying; it was so freaking violent wth
  • i could literally feel the panic as people were falling into space, the alarm was blaring, the red lights were flashing, dead people were being littered everywhere…like i was thinking if i were kirk i would have gone batsh*t insane by now like…and he was freaking out, of course, but he tried to keep his cool and he kept thinking of ways to combat the current situation he was in
  • and that shows just how much kirk has changed throughout the years as a captain and that was the main theme of the movie and i loved it! over the years, life as a captain sorta became monotonous and robotic — kirk isn’t even properly sure /why/ he’s doing this anymore. yes, he has a responsibility, but he joined starfleet on a dare. he’s not even sure his heart is in the right place for this position. and throughout the movie, he’s reminded of how much this lifestyle means to him. how much the people, the experiences, and the relationships mean to him. starfleet changed him from some arrogant prick to an extremely loyal and resilient captain (who still has some of that ego l o l). him being a captain has become so much bigger than him. it’s about his crew. he is nothing without his crew. and he depends on them, and they depend on him.
  • krall became disillusioned. the loss of his crew ripped him apart. he was a captain, and he understood how to manipulate kirk at the beginning, by making kalara tell him some story about losing her crew and trying to save them. kirk immediately lowers his gun when she says this. that was how much that story resonated with him
  • i loved montgomery scotty’s (lol) and jaylah’s dynamic. they really clicked? and he was pretty much the only one who really wanted to listen to what she had to say and actually understand her. idk? like i really appreciated how he said he didn’t like listening to music but he p much respected how she enjoyed it.
  • gahhh i’m just really glad she’s with starfleet now!!!!!!
  • p.s. the soundtrack will continue to slay me. gosh darn it that THEME THOUGH GAHHHH SO MANY VARIATIONS OF THE SAME THEME YET I LOVE P MUCH ALL OF THEM. LET’S GO SAVE THE UNIVERSE
also: rest in peace, leonard nimoy and anton yelchin
Stealing Laundry

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s laundry gets mixed in with yours so you decide to steal some. Stolen clothes leads to dancing and a date. Who knew?

Words: 1366

Warnings: none :)

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