awkward proposal is awkward

Piper’s Proposal

Piper: You have taught me that love hurts. You’ve taught me that life…it hurts. And I want to be there for you. I want us to be there for each other. So that maybe…it hurts a little less.

Alex Pearl Vause.

Alex: Yes, Piper Elizabeth Chapman? -confused-

Piper: Will you be my partner… through love and through pain… and through beauty fish, forever?

Alex: Is that your question? -chuckles, pretends to act confused-

Piper: Alex, will you marry me?

Alex: I figured that’s what you’re doing. -DOES HER CUTE ASS LOOKING AND SHIT-

Piper: -WAITING IN AGONY FOR ALEX’S ANSWER WITH HER MOUTH AGAPE-

Alex: And… yes <3

For @emmmna who asked me for something to cheer them up. I went through my blog looking at fluffy otp prompts and found this: “‘Be nice to your seat partner. They might just be your future spouse!’ the teacher says, and you turn to me and wink. Are you even real??” au. I wrote it rather quickly but I hope it makes you smile, sweetheart!

Derek is a popular kid, and by law (according to every teen movie ever made) his brand of popular is not supposed to get this dumbstruck when the guy who once sneezed on his apple the first day of pre-school winks at him in the middle of Biology.

Derek doesn’t know what it is about Stiles Stilinski but he drives him insane– standing by his locker, talking to that McCall kid in class, sitting on the bench, fidgeting at lacrosse games. One moment Derek is a perfectly normal teenage boy with a perfectly functioning teenage brain and the next he’s that guy in a romantic comedy; all the lights dim and it’s just him, Stiles and whatever bizarre thing Stiles is doing. It’s horribly, wonderfully unsettling and Derek is 95% sure he’s in some kind of love. (He is still a little disturbed Erica had to physically drag him away last week when his eyes refused to stop looking as Stiles tried and failed to lick some kind of sauce – meat, Derek thinks it was – from his elbow.)

“What?” he asks, blinking, trying to look up at Stiles’ face. Unfortunately, his brain has other plans and he continues to remain fixated on the way Stiles is holding his pencil, twirling it between his fingers. He wonders, briefly, what they would feel like laced between his fingers or running through his hair before immediately stopping because no. Stiles also makes him want to bash his head against the wall 75% of the time. He’s a lethal combination.

Lethal.

“I said I’d like a fall wedding. They seem to be quite popular for some reason. Maybe it’s all the pretty leaves.”

Derek blinks again, suddenly struck by the image of Stiles in a suit surrounded by crisp, golden leaves to match his eyes. It’s a strangely lovely image and turning away a little, he scowls at the way his stomach flutters. He’s seventeen for Christ’s sake. He’s only kissed one person: Paige Krasikeva during a game of truth or dare. “You know Miss Byrne was kidding when she said we’d all get married, right? We’re not going to fall in love just because we got seated together in one class together.”

Derek hopes it will be just one class, anyway. He doesn’t think he’ll survive the year otherwise. At least, his grades won’t.

“That’s what you think.” Derek feels his scowl deepen and Stiles throws his head back, sighing. “Yes, buzz kill, I do actually know what a joke is, thank you very much.” He blushes a little, ducking his head, and Derek instantly feels bad.

“I, uh…”

“Dude, look. It’s fine. Sorry.  I didn’t mean to, like, offend you or whatever.”

“You didn’t offend me.”

Stiles snorts. “Uh-huh. You moved your chair the moment you sat down next to me. I get it, it’s fine. I’ll shut up, I promise.” He mimes zipping his lips, blush deepening, and his eyes zero in on his textbook but Derek can tell he’s not taking in a word of it, even as he turns the page.

Opening his note book, Derek cringes, writing down the date. He looks to the clock. He’s got another thirty minutes of sitting here with Stiles.

Twenty-nine, he swallows.

Twenty-eight, sneaking a glance at him.

Twenty-seven: “I’m sure you’d make a beautiful bridegroom.”

Stiles’ head snaps up and he drops his pencil. They both watch it roll away. “What?”

Derek wants to slap himself. Of all the things he could have said, of all the fucking things, who the fuck says…that?

“I, erm-”

“You don’t have to mock me, you know,” Stiles hisses, defensive, embarrassed. “I get it. You’re the basketball captain and I’m on the bleachers. You don’t belong with me, whatever.”

Derek bites his lip, supressing a smirk. “Did you…did you just paraphrase Taylor Swift to me?”

Stiles’ cheeks colour again and Derek’s breath hitches. Fuck, he’s never going to tire of that.

“You knew I was paraphrasing Taylor Swift?”

They both burst out laughing at the same time, earning them a scowl from Miss Byrne and a guffaw from the back of the room. Turning, Derek catches Lydia Martin roll her eyes at them before shooting Stiles a knowing look. When he turns back around, Stiles is an even brighter shade of red, if that’s even possible, mouthing something to her. It’s utterly, utterly endearing and Derek kind of wants to do something stupid, like hold Stiles’ hand or draw hearts all over his notebook.

“You know,” he whispers, after a moment, feeling brave, “I’ve still never forgiven you for sneezing on my apple. Maybe you could buy me a new one, after school.”

Stiles’ mouth drops open. “That one is on you, buddy. Who actually brings an apple to give to their teacher on the first day of school anyway?”

It’s Derek’s turn to blush. Dammit. “Oh, I don’t know. People with manners?”

Stiles’ eyes widen. “That’s…the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard, dude.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh my god, but it is.

“Are you going to buy me another one or not?” Derek asks, rolling his eyes, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around himself. God, what is wrong with him.

Grinning, Stiles reaches into his bag, presenting him with a –

“I don’t know what kind of apples you eat but that is an orange.”

Stiles curses, scratching the back of his neck, and Derek just about falls out of his seat with how tingly he feels looking at him.

He desperately hopes he’s not giving him heart eyes.

“Points for trying?” Stiles grins, hopeful.

Derek pretends to consider him before taking the orange and beginning to peel it. “Depends.”

“On?”

“If marrying me includes a date after school today.”

In the end, it’s Stiles who falls out of his seat, and Derek can’t stop grinning for the rest of the day thinking about it.

Pick you up at 6? comes a text the moment he sits down in History. Erica peeks over his shoulder, trying to pry as usual, but Derek hides his phone, heart pounding as he replies, I help coach the pee wee basketball team until seven. Pick me up then?

So. Darn. Cute, Stiles texts back.

“Derek…are you – are you blushing? Oh my god, you never blush. Who was that? Was that Stilinski?”

“Shut up, Erica.”

~

Stiles ends up taking him to an apple orchard and buys him exactly one hundred and one apples. 

“One hundred and one apples for forever and a day?” he asks, winking. Derek’s stomach flips.

“Sure,” Derek says, shaking his head fondly, biting into one and then, because Stiles bought him several different kinds, another.

~

“Forever and a day?” Stiles asks, fourteen years later, holding out an apple. It’s cut in half and getting down on one knee he opens it carefully, like a box. Inside is a ring.

“Sure,” Derek whispers, grinning so hard it hurts, falling to his knees and burying his face in Stiles’ neck to hide his blush.

Dork.”

Nerd.”

Stiles laughs. “Fair enough.”

maverae  asked:

Leaving this in your asks so whenever you get the chance (not that you ever will but here's to hoping), if you are so inclined, I would love to see Shirayuki at the ball in Seven Suitors chapter 5 from Raj's perspective.

An important fact to know: his hands are not sweating. Royals do not…perspire. Not even when they are wondering if their proposal – which will almost certainly be rejected – has been accepted.

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Dear Chicago P.D. writers:

Please don’t pair Jay Halstead and Hailey Upton romantically. Aside from the sheer ridiculousness of repeating the exact same plots, it’s so unnecessary. Let Upton and Halstead become BFFs. That would be so great and so refreshing to see. Because men and women can work together and they can be great friends without feelings/romance/sex. I promise, it’s a thing!

She can support him with his struggles, be a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear. She can give him shit when he does something stupid (it happens often). Someday, she can be his “wing woman” (if/when we see Jay moving on romantically). They can joke and hang out and be family to each other.

Let her be the Lily Aldrin to his Ted Mosby, the Meredith Grey to his Alex Karev, the Veronica Mars to his Wallace Fennel, the Liz Lemon to his Jack Donaghy, the Haley James to his Lucas Scott…. male-female friendships are a wonderful thing. Please explore that!

All The Awkward...

Context: So, I play a ranger in my groups D&D campaign. Sutora to be exact. This summer I won’t be able to play her because of my summer job with no internet access, so apparently my sister (the DM) wanted this game to be more memorable for me. Her and our barbarian (Thodin) had been planning this since the start of the game apparently…


First Part

*We found a ring that increases AC by 1*

Balls (OOC): “Who has the lowest AC?”

Sutora (OOC): “I think I do. I’m only at 17.”

DM (OOC): “Yeah it’s you. So you should probably take it.“

Thodin (OOC): “I walk up to Sutora, bend down on one knee, and show her the ring.”

*awkward silence*

Sutora: *moves character back one space* “Thodin, what are you doing?.”

Thodin: “I’M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU! AND YOU JUST REJECTED ME!”

*laughing fits and me slightly dying*

Sutora (OOC): “I take the ring and tell him thank you.”


Second Part

*We are on watch for the night. Thodin and Sutora are on watch together. Sutora’s snake egg just recently hatched and Thodin has a squirrel companion, so Sutora is trying to make the two bond so her snake doesn’t eat Sheamus in the future. Meanwhile, Thodin is practicing his ice sculpturing skills*

Thodin (OOC): “Ok, I’m going to make another sculpture.” *rolls a Nat 20* “FINALLY!”

Sutora: “What did you make?”

Thodin: “I have a present for you Sutora!”

Sutora: “I swear if this is another proposal-”

DM (OOC): “No no no. Just wait.”

Thodin (OOC): “I push over to Sutora a life-sized ice sculpture of her with a golden necklace hanging from the neck of the sculpture. The charm is a heart. The front has an engraving of her name, the back says ‘To the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.’ “

*complete silence*

*bursts of laughter for several minutes*

DM (OOC): “YOU BETTER NOT REJECT HIM THIS TIME!”

Sutora (OOC): “Umm….oh god this is weird. I uh…I smile and give him a big hug (reminder that he’s huge compared to my character) and kiss him on the cheek.”

Thodin (OOC): “GRAPPLE CHECK SO THAT I CAN KEEP HER IN A HUG!” *gets a high roll because he has the strength, and I have no chance against it* “But I let go of her after a minute so I don’t seem too obsessed.”

@clock-heart

That’s right, I’m back at it again. With wings this time! And legs! (Pixie boots were kinda a given)

Heh, but yeah. Last picture I drew for you, I was so grateful that you actually responded to it. And I’m.. again.. very blunt. Though, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately in how I’m going to say this, but I should really stop over thinking for my own good and just say it.

Your art inspires many and kinda speaks to me in a weird way. Like.. shows your personality a bit. The little #tags you write, here and there, are quite enjoyable and sometimes even make me laugh and/or smile. 

I don’t know you, but I can tell you’re an amazing, kind, talented, and over all great person. I’d love to get to know you better. Though I’m pretty sure I’m to shy to do this kind of thing like.. ever. I can’t shake the feeling that we could be pretty great friends.  

Sorry for my overly awkward and pretty awful proposal to initiate a friendship, but it’s all I got.

Well that and bad puns, but that’s about it. <:0)

But what bothers me is why would Matty take that ring from the kids making arts and crafts to NOT give it to Jenna?

He even said “It’s for a girl.”

And when he showed it to Jenna in the supply closet, he never gave it to her. So why even show it? 

The writers got my hopes up that he was going to propose to her. I’m so heartbroken. 

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John looked more nervous shaving his mustache and thinking about seeing Sherlock again, than he did asking Mary to be his wife.

I read all of these fics of Percy proposing to Annabeth, and it almost always goes so smoothly.
But I think we forget that this is the guy that literally stuttered over everything important he ever had to say to Annabeth.
He stuttered when he asked her not to join the hunters, her stuttered when he simply asked her to dance. He freaking stuttered when he finally told her how he felt about her. Or, at least when he tried to. Annabeth kind of took over there. Gods, that scene was a perfect mess.
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Arthur x Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Strong language

Part Three





Arthur was being unusually tense. He’d avoid looking at you dead on unless you weren’t looking at him, then you’d catch him staring at you as if he’d never seen you before. Each time you brought it up he dismissed it and asked you to do something for him to ‘get you out of his way’.


“Arthur did you finish this week’s order?” You asked as you wondered into his office at the back of the Garrison.


“No… I’m doin’ somin’ else.” Arthur yelled back.



“Arthur what is so important that you haven’t finished odering booze for your pub?” You asked with an arched eyebrow and a condisending tone.


“I was um…” He sighed and lose his eyes for a moment, opening them and setting his gaze on you as he played nerovulys with his hands. “I was figuring out how to… ask you to marry me.”


Your eyes widened and you found yourself speechless, he swallowed when you left his office with a stunned look on your face. He called after you as you hurried from the pub, still in a daze as he tried to explain himself.

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Molly Hooper-Holmes

Sherlock: Molly.

Molly: -pauses from slicing into a liver- Hm?

Sherlock: -without looking up from microscope- Who named you?

Molly: My mum. -pauses, then asks- Why?

Sherlock: -still looking into microscope- Growing up, did you have any reason to suspect that she might have been possessed of… certain precognitive abilities?

Molly: What, Sherlock… Where is this coming from?

Sherlock: -finally raises his head to pin the pathologist with his gaze- It’s simple, really. Why else would she have married a man whose last name is Hooper, and named her daughter Molly, just to create the name that would be best suited to precede the family name Holmes, if she had not known that one day said daughter would have said family name attached to the end of this carefully manufactured name?

Molly: -blinks rapidly- What did you.. Sherlock, I don’t.. What?

Sherlock: Molly Hooper-Holmes has much too perfect a ring to it for it to be anything but intentional. Speaking of perfect rings.. -takes out a box from his coat pocket- Molly Hooper, will y- Hmpf!

-Molly launches herself at Sherlock and snogs him thoroughly-

How Unohana would react (if various people proposed to Isane)


As requested by anon. :)


[Previously: Byakuya for Rukia, Isshin for Ichigo, and Ryuken for Ishida.]


Let’s say that Isane said yes after various people proposed to her, and then told her captain. How would Unohana react?


1. Ichigo

“Isane, you met Ichigo when you tried to kill him and he punched you in the face.”

Isane: S-so you think it’s bad?

Unohana: What do you mean? It is a great first date story. I will tell it at the wedding.


2. Chad

“Sado seems like a very solid and comforting human. I believe he will be good husband for you, Isane.”

Isane: He makes me feel very safe.

Unohana: He has that effect on people.

Unohana: Odd, since he does not tend to win battles.

Isane: What?

Unohana: I won’t bring that up at the wedding.


3. Sasakibe

“So you like boring men, then?”

Isane: Captain!

Unohana: What?


4. Soi Fon

“Your braids brought you together, I assume?”

Isane: Uh, I don’t know that that’s quite everything, but

Unohana: I don’t believe you have anything else in common, so it must be the braids.

Unohana: Congratulations on your braided love.


5. Orihime

“I am happy for you, Isane. Please do not eat so many sweets that you die.”

Isane: Captain?

Unohana: I know how much both of you like sweets. 


6. Hitsugaya

“Let me be the first to say: the height difference will be adorable.”

Unohana: Please tell me the wedding toppers will be proportional.

Isane: Hitsugaya says Ukitake will make them, whether we ask him to or not.

Unohana: Yes, that is true.


7. Ukitake

“Your sister may kill you.”

Unohana: Unless the two of you have an arrangement?

Isane: Captain!

Unohana: I am not one to judge.


8. Hanataro

“It is like gaining a husband and a clumsy puppy, all in one.”

Isane: He’s not a puppy, Captain!

Unohana: A clumsy puppy is what I said, Isane.

Unohana: Please pay attention.


9. Iemura

“That must have been a most awkward proposal.”

Isane: But a cute kind of awkward!

Unohana: If you say so.


10. Kenpachi

“…Zaraki’s taste in women is not quite what I expected.”

Isane: Please tell me this won’t be awkward, Captain!

Unohana: Of course not, Isane.

Unohana: Unless - would it be awkward if your husband killed me in an epic battle.

Isane: ….yes????

Unohana: There may be awkwardness in the future.

anonymous asked:

Can I have Prussia and Germany husband imagine?

// like the other request thing i’m just going to do headcanons since i don’t know what kind of imagine you want really- like idk if you want just a regular imagine of what married life would be like with their s/o or- //

Prussia / Gilbert Beilschmidt Husband Headcanons

  • He will hog all the covers in the bed so his spouse will usually wake up cold. When he realizes what he did, he’ll make up for it with a lot of cuddles.
  • He’ll propose to his S/O in the dorkiest way possible like use Scrabble tiles to spell out ‘Marry me’.
  • He surprises his S/O with random tickle attacks throughout the day.
  • Children or no children, it doesn’t matter much to him. As long as he and his S/O are happily married, he’s happy.
  • Date nights as a married couple are still the same as usual. It’ll mainly be the him and his S/O binge-watching netflix and building pillow forts.

Germany / Ludwig Beilschmidt Husband Headcanons

  • He expects his S/O to wake up the same time as him. It will get annoying since he usually wakes up at 4:00 a.m.
  • He’ll be incredibly awkward when proposing, but not too awkward. He may stutter a bit when asking and his hands may start shaking, but if his S/O accepts his proposal, he’ll pull them into a tight hug and spin them around.
  • He doesn’t neccessarily want children, but he thinks it would be nice to have them. If his S/O didn’t want children, he’d be fine. His dogs were like his babies anyway.
  • He’s only cooks on occasion, but otherwise, he’ll help with all other chores.
  • He plans out his and his S/O’s week so they’ll know when they can have date nights and when they can’t.
We've Been Watching "Emma" And Writing A Novel

The curate of the local parish is awkwardly proposing to a very reluctant Emma in a carriage.

butterflykiki: Emma, if you’d been paying attention, this wouldn’t have happened.
kungfunurse: god he’s creepy
copperbadge: So awkward to propose in a carriage
giishu: oh, most awkward proposal in Austen novels?
butterflykiki: *slips arsenic in his port*
copperbadge: It would be brilliant to write a Regency novel where the heroine poisons the awkward ones
madameovary: she could have a little poison ring!
giishu: don’t say no, just poison them
copperbadge: She’s as sweet and gentle as Emma, as witty as Elizabeth, and as vicious as a Borgia
madameovary: poisoning everyone who’s bad for the social calendar
archwrites: Edith
copperbadge: Haha. Edith The Poisoner. Edith Bennetwood. 
butterflykiki: Wickham. Daughter of Lydia and WICKHAM.
copperbadge: Hahahaha Lydia and Wickham’s daughter, raised by Darcy and Elizabeth
butterflykiki: And of course she has no portion. Because Wickham spent everything.
copperbadge: Oh, I’m sure Elizabeth would settle money on her. That’s why she has to poison the awkward ones.
butterflykiki: Skilled at conversation, watercolors, and brewing of healthful potions.
copperbadge: It’s difficult to come up with a plot when the heroine solves every problem with murder.
kungfunurse: But there’s ONE she can’t murder
clockways: someone who never drinks but water?
copperbadge: Or someone who already takes arsenic for some condition. Or the hero is a murderer himself, bumping off fortune-seekers
jonaht: She murders the males and he murders the females and then they meet.
archwrites: And they can’t murder each other because THEY’RE BOTH ON ARSENIC
kungfunurse: but they TRY and they fall in true poisoner’s love.