#30love

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Practicing my swerve 🎾 #nycsubway #tennisracket #30love #reasonstobehappy #livehealthy (at 14th St Union Sq)

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Sam and Josh??

otp.

I don’t know when I made the switch from “eh, I don’t really see it” to “oh my god they’re so cute I want to write them,” but it was very unexpected. The Sam/Josh dynamic is one of the more complex relationships in the game. There is a lot of room for interpretation in their relationship, which leads to a lot of really good headcanons and fics and whatnot. I can see why some people prefer not to ship them, and I definitely respect that. It just has a lot of potential. 

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30 Love Challenge Day 12:

(I apologize in advance for this.)

Broken:

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No, no please. Please tell me this isn’t real.

Sam sat in the front row of an empty chapel, staring blankly at the display before her. Her hands were folded across her lap in what seemed like respect. Anyone passing by would have thought that she was deep in prayer. Little did they know that she was questioning the very faith that grounded her. She wasn’t doubting any sort of faith in a higher being; Sam had never been a very religious woman. Rather, she was questioning her place in this world.

How silly she was to think that she had any connection to this earth, that she could make any difference to it. It was the folly of a simple minded girl. This world didn’t care about her. It had thrown her around like a ragdoll or a plank of wood in a raging storm. There was no justice, no higher sense of good, no innocence. Sam realized now that all that beauty she used to see in nature was really just a specious lie that hid the darker truth; the world is unaffected and unconcerned with the triteness of humanity.

Why then would she be here, sitting useless at Josh’s memorial? The candles surrounding his picture flickered and threw distortions of light on her figure. Sam had witnessed too many empty graves.

She missed him. She missed the smell of his shirts when she slept in them, and the way the skin around his eyes crinkled when he laughed. She missed their rainy days when they would stay in, Sam cuddling next to Josh on his couch as she cradled a warm cup of tea. She missed that feeling she got when she was with him, like she was going to burst from joy.

The feeling ached dull throughout her whole body. Every part of her, every synapse of every nerve, longed for him to come back. On some level, it seemed like this wasn’t real. As if somehow Josh would jump out from behind the bushels of white lilies surrounding his memorial. Psyche, he would say, I really had you going there!

There wasn’t a thing on this earth that Sam wouldn’t do to get him back. The cruel irony of the thought was not lost on her; this was probably exactly how he felt looking at his sisters’ memorials. How awful he must have felt knowing that it was the people he trusted the most that caused this. Sam couldn’t help but feel partly responsible for that night. If she had just been a bit quicker, a bit more attentive, she could have stopped it all. She could have been gazing on Josh himself instead of the broken vestiges he left behind. But all the regret in the world couldn’t turn back time. Nothing could. He was really gone.

Slowly, Sam brought herself to stand and approach the memorial head on. If she couldn’t speak to him face to face, this would have to do.

“I’m… not really sure what to say here. I’m sorry, obviously. For not being there for you, for letting things get this far. But I guess it’s too little too late for that, huh? Otherwise I wouldn’t be talking to a bunch of flowers and candles like a lunatic.” She gave a weak laugh, and wiped the tears that were starting to form at the corners of her eyes. “Um, I just wanted you to know that I did really love you. I still do, I guess. And that I’ll be thinking of you every time I pass that little pond by the lake. You know, that one we use to take walks by? You’d tease me about how much I loved nature, and I’d pretend to push you in the lake. We’d stop and watch the sunset sometimes. Things were better then.” She paused to take a shuttered breath, tears flowing freely from her eyes now. “If I’m being honest, everything reminds me of you. I see you in the shapes in the clouds and the cracks on sidewalks. And I don’t care what you did in the lodge. I just need you back.”

Sam took a flower off of a large display near the rear of the collection and balanced the stem on his picture frame.

“All I ever wanted was you.”

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just retagged all of my Sam x Josh posts as #30love because I realized how inappropriate/creepy 'bathing bird' is for their ship name

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Peach of my eye

[Possible part 1, future Josh x Sam if so]

Sam could not believe she was doing this.

Every Halloween The Washington’s had a huge costume party. Well, not so much the Washington’s as much as Josh, who was in love with Halloween. And this year the twins decided they were going to dress to impress, and Sam didn’t see the harm in agreeing. Usually they were some cliche thing or something punny, like last year they were 3 peas in a pod. Oh how she longed for those days. This year they were sexy Nintendo characters. She had agreed to be the adult Princess Peach to a risque Luigi Beth and sultry Mario Hannah. 

It was ludicrous. 

But she was indebted to her best friend, who coincidentally wasn’t above a little blackmail. They had decided to get ready at Sam’s so they could make a grand entrance, but now she refused to leave the bathroom. Sam was fidgeting uncomfortably with her skirt, which was not only short as hell but layered with ruffles. The white thigh high stockings only enhanced the small amount of skin exposed.

“Saaaam come on,” Hannah demanded. “Let us see! We were supposed to be there forty-five minutes ago.”

“I look ridiculous Hannah,” Sam complained.

“Well we wouldn’t know since you refuse to come out,” Beth complained. “I was ready to be drunk an hour ago.” 

“Ugh,” Sam took one last deep breath and opened the door. “Alright, how do I look?” Both of the twins stared, slack-jawed. “Oh God,” Sam groaned, turning back to the bathroom. “I am changing right now.” 

“No Sam,” Hannah said grabbing her before she could lock herself back in. “You look hot. Like holy balls.” 

“Damn right you do. You are gonna woo all the boys,” Beth teased. “Or you, just that one special boy.” She got up and dramatically placed the back of her hand on her forehead, and the other on her chest. “Oh Joshua, please save me! I’ve been waiting so long for a true hero.” Hannah gasped jokingly.

“Beth! I am not afraid to fight you in a dress you ass,” Sam huffed tossing a pillow at her. Beth dodged it gracefully and stuck her tongue out at her.  “Speaking of hot, you guys are like the ultimate twin fantasy.” 

Their costumes were almost identical, with the obvious red and green color difference and short overall blue dresses, and their shirts low cut with matching white thigh high stockings. It was decided that they would wear matching black pumps, with Sams of course pink. Hannah wore her contacts, which she hardly ever did, and straightened her hair. She wondered if people who didn’t know the twins very well would confuse the two, they looked so similar.

Her phone was buzzing on the bathroom, grabbing her phone she read the message out loud, “Its Ash, ‘Oh my God guys can you hurry! I’m all alone!’ I guess we can if you guys are ready.“ 

 "We’ve been ready for an hour princess,” Beth retorted in an awful Italian accent. “Letsa go." 

"Maybe you should leave the Mario impressions to me little sister,” Hannah jabbed. 

“Alright ladies,” Sam put on her game face. “Let’s go make an entrance!”

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So I haven't written anything, let alone fan fiction in about 5 years. So please be forgiving. This has been sitting on my drafts for a few weeks, so I figured Halloween would be an appropriate time to upload! I make write more, I just figured I may as well upload. Pleas let me know if this turns out to be terribly OOC. Love you:3