come on you lets dance

When you miss your blue elf boyfriend so much that you

Do a physical activity OUTDOORS 

Picnic with some healthy sports candy 

….and go on a fancy candlelit dinner date with an imaginary fly in his place 

And when the backflipping bae finally comes home, you’re so overjoyed that you let him dance with you 

…..this episode is pure sportarobbie gold 


Part 6! (Oh. So I was able to do part 6 today… umm.. surprise!!..?)




All Mine

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

A/N: This a requested imagine about Harry getting protective with y/n when a guy starts to hit on her at a party. (Harry looks kind of annoyed in this gif but it’s really hot?? the daddy vibes got me feeling some type of way. Anyways let’s get on with it)

Warnings: Smut, a guy being pushy with a girl also PSA i did not proof read so warning you of typos, v sorry I’m tired but i want to get this out!

Word Count: 2.7k


It was Harry’s first night back in town and you could not be more excited. As much as you loved seeing him living his dream, it was always hard to be away from him when he was on tour. All that sadness was forgotten now, as the two of you and a couple of your friends decided to go out to celebrate Harry’s return. 

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“Let’s Dance” / “Alright”

dance teacher ft. hoseok

not my gif

word count : 1.6k

pre-smut sorry

you waited outside of the dance studio as your phone rang for the third time. you were calling hoseok so that he could come down and let you in.

he was finally going to teach you a dance. you had been asking him to do so for the longest and it was finally happening so you were very excited.

once he answered, you let him know that you were downstairs. it was obvious that he was excited just like you since he was there, letting you in before you could put your phone back in your bag.

“i’m just letting you know that i’m not gonna go easy on you just because we’re together.” he said while taking your things from you and guiding you to the room that he was previously in.

“don’t do me like that. please..” you begged him in a whiny tone.

hoseok smirked and shook his head in response. he wasn’t planning on cutting back with you. if you wanted to be taught a dance, then you’d be taught just like everyone else.

“for the last time baby, you’re not getting special treatment.” he shrugged and grabbed your hand.

he pulled you to the center of the room and started stretching. “we have to stretch first…just follow me.”

“okay..” you said more to yourself than to him. you couldn’t even remember the last time you had actually stretched. other than when you first woke up.

after a few stretches, you noticed that hoseok wasn’t even stretching anymore and lying on his back. he was staring at you.

“are you having a staring contest with my body or something?” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“i told you not to wear spandex y/n.” he pulled on your tight clothing.

“but i wanted too, it’s comfy.” you replied, climbing on top of him. you hovered your lips over his and smiled. he loved when you did that.

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Winter Ball

George Washington x Reader

Request:  Could I please request a GWash x reader where people don’t realise they’re married and Ham/Tjeff says something that y/n disagrees with so she starts verbally decimating them? And GWash is just all smug and proud and comes up afterwards? Thank you!

“Darling are you ready yet? The carriage is outside waiting!” you heard your husband calling you from the front room.

You gathered your skirts and walked down the stairs, greeting your husband with a hug.

“I’m here George, have no fear. Now, shall we be off?” you asked him. He smiled at you and kissed your head, taking your hand and helping you to the carriage.

The winter ball this year was being held at the Schuyler estate.

“Isn’t Mr. Jefferson supposed to be home now?” you asked George as the carriage rumbled across the gravel.

“Yes, this is doubling as his official welcome home party if you will. I haven’t seen him in a couple years, he’s been off in France,” he told you.

“No doubt chasing women’s skirts,” you mumbled under your breath. George laughed and kissed your hand.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too George.”


The ball was in full swing by the time that you got there that evening. George was immediately dragged away by some of his cabinet members and old friends. They stood in a corner discussing… whatever.

“Y/N!” you heard Eliza call as you walked over to your friends. “How are you?”

“I am just fine my dear Eliza. How are you and Alexander?”

The two of you chatted while everyone else milled around you.

All of the sudden you heard something that made your blood boil.

“Washington is not a very good president at all. He can’t do his job correctly.”

You spun around seeing a man in a frilly purple suit trash talking your husband.

“And you could do his job correctly? I mean this is the first time that anything like this has been around, give him a break!” you sassed him back.

He looked at you with a smirk on his face.

“Careful,” Eliza whispered to you. “That’s Thomas Jefferson.”

You didn’t care.

“So what if it’s brand new? Come on, he could work harder couldn’t he?”

“Work harder? You say he doesn’t work hard?” you questioned, feeling nothing but disdain for this man. “He won the war for us and didn’t want anything in return. But no you Mr. Jefferson, were too busy chasing women’s skirts in France to do anything about it. Maybe the only mistake George made was asking you to be his secretary.”

Jefferson huffed angrily.

“Who exactly are you, miss?” he said condescendingly.

“That ‘miss’ happens to be my lovely wife Jefferson,” an unhappy voice said.

The two of you turned around to see George glaring at Thomas.

“Mr. President I-”

“Stop. I don’t care what you say about me but please just leave my wife out of this. She doesn’t need it. Y/N are you alright?”

“I’m just fine George, you needn’t worry about me.”

He held you in his arms, staring at you with a loving smile. He gave your forehead a kiss and turned away.

“Come, let us dance.”

He lead you onto the dance floor, all of the past comments leaving your mind.

Alexander walks by Jefferson, smirking.

“Wouldn’t it be great to have Washington on your side?”

aug-mentation  asked:

Do you have any advice on connecting with myself more spiritually during yoga, or at least being able to be more appreciative of my body while I practice? I want to make the most of my daily yoga practice, but lately I've just been getting angry and feeling as though it's not good enough, and I hate it.

I kept this question in mind when I went to yoga tonight. The following are some potentially helpful observations I made:

  • Set an intention at the beginning of your practice. When standing at the top of your mat, take a moment to dedicate this practice to someone or something you have been working on. 
  • Continually bring your attention back to your breath. The breath helps to set your pace of mind and your energy. In yoga practice, the breath adds an element of groundedness to the flow of movement, bringing together two seemingly opposite qualities: being rooted and being flowing. 
  • Allow the breath to guide you back to the body and then inhabit your body fully. The breath only ever occurs in this present moment. As such, it is a good way to bring ourselves back once we have noticed our attention getting lost in thought. 
  • By inhabiting the body, feel and savor your health. Yoga is the most body-positive physical practice I have ever experienced. It accomplishes this by putting the emphasis on the experience of your body from the inside out. It’s not about what poses you hit or how you look while doing them. It is about awakening and circulating your energy, blood, lymph, breath, and general juices. Feel it. If the whole point of looking good is to feel good then focus on feeling good and cut out the middleman. 
  • To make yoga practice feel like a meditative practice, drop out of thought and into your movement. Sometimes when I am practicing yoga, I feel like a ninja or jedi or a dancer. Give into it. 
  • Allow feelings. Whether you are feeling anger, sadness, uncertainty, or whatever, let it be there and come through you. A dancer dances whatever emotion that arises within. It is part of the Art. Those feelings are part of the dance and are accepted and released. Let this come through your practice. 
  • Give gratitude. You happen to have a healthy body that is capable of this practice. Others may not be so fortunate. Old age, injury, disease, or any number of health-related circumstances may prevent some from undertaking the physical practice of yoga. Acknowledge this wonderful privilege you have been given.
  • Pray for all. Following up on the recognition of your immense privilege, gather all the spiritual energy you have generated from your yoga session. Dedicate this energy to the welfare and liberation of all beings without exception. 

There is no time for comparing ourselves with others. Physical yoga practice introduces you to your body, teaches you two to dance in harmony, and inspires you to be of benefit to others. You are receiving gifts even as you are giving to others. 

There is no “good enough” for this mighty, never-ending way of life. Walk your path honestly and openly and the universe will rejoice. 

Namaste my friend. Much love. 

Head over heals

A/N: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE! Requested by an amzing anon! I enjoyed writing this! Thank you so much! I did take some inspriation from the song Satisfied from the broadway musical Hamilton.

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Bit of Language

Summary: Love is hard, especially when you are in love with the same person your best friend is currently fawning over.

Originally posted by black-little-demons

“Y/N we are going to be late!” your best friend, Sarah, yelled at you. You sighed to yourself and threw your hair up in a simple pony tail. You personally didn’t like going out to night clubs at all but it was Srahs birthday so you kind of had to do it just this once.

“Coming,” you shouted as you grabbed your small hand bag and cell phone. Your heels made a loud clicking noise as you walked down the stairs. You pulled at the terribly short and tight dress that Sarah made you wear aggainst your will.

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Waste Of Time

Originally posted by 50shadesofgraylee

(gif cr; respectful owner)

Spooky Month 🎃

You have a bad relationship with Simon, however, one night when you leave Jay’s Halloween party to go home, he tells you something that you can’t get your head around

(Requested) // word count; 2,047

Simon x Reader ft Jay - A/F

a/n why are only my Simon scenarios really long? Another spooky month twist! 

Halloween was a waste of time, dressing up was pointless because when the fuck would you wear the costume again? It would just sit in your wardrobe and collect dust. Trick or treating was seen as an activity for kids, so you couldn’t exactly go around, dressed up, shouting ‘trick or treat’ and asking for candy. The only thing you could really do was binge watch horror movies in the dark and scare yourself half to death.

You could complain all you wanted about Halloween and how it just wasn’t your thing, but you would be called a hypocrite. Why? Because you were currently sitting on Jay’s couch in a biker guy’s outfit, watching him host his little Halloween party. In your defence you had nothing better to do, college was stressing you out and you needed a break.

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anonymous asked:

How would the members react if they saw their girlfriend playing outside in the rain with only shorts and a tank top on? /gif reaction/ Thank you~~


“Ah, she’s too cute for me to lecture right now.”



“Let me come join you, we can dance together.”


*oh my god, does she realize her shirt is see through right now?*


/sighs as he looks at you from inside/

“She’s going to get sick again.”


/subtly checks you out/

“Is she not cold?”


/worried about you/

“Come inside baby girl, you’re gonna get sick.”


/calls out to you/

“I’ll be in the upstairs bathroom when you’re ready for that shower.”

Not in A Million Years-Dallas Winston Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: fluff

Originally posted by staygold-outsiders

  It was half past noon when Dallas Winston strolled into Dairy Queen. A cigarette was poised between his smirking lips as he strolled towards the cashier desk. With each step he took, my body filled with more dread. However, I should have grown accustomed to this routine since Dallas made a habit of stopping by Dairy Queen every day at twelve thirty for the past couple of weeks. His regular visits had quickly become the worst part of my summer job. He always had a lit cigarette in his mouth and stupid cocky grin on his face, both were things that I wanted to smack off of his face. Unfortunately, Y/B/F/N had grown to love these visits and was especially engaging with him every time.

   “Oh come on, Y/N, he is such a dreamboat!” she exclaimed once after Dallas had left.

   “Yeah, and he’s also spent a little too much time in the cooler for me,” I muttered.

    How was a good looking face supposed to make me forget about the fact that he was a criminal? It amazed me how people like the Curtis brothers could be such good friends with them. I used to talk to Soda a lot but after we both got jobs, we stopped hanging around as much. I never got the chance to ask him about why he was friends with Dallas or why Dallas enjoyed bothering me every chance he got.

    Therefore, my mood immediately fell when Dallas walked into Dairy Queen and sauntered up to me with that stupid grin on his face. A couple of greaser girls and Soc girls who were hanging out on opposite sides of the restaurant looked like they could have fainted when they saw him.

     “Welcome to Dairy Queen, how may I help you today?” I said through gritted teeth.

    “Aw, Y/N, turn that frown upside down. I know you’re happy to see me.”

     I gritted my teeth down even harder. 

     “Hey, Dallas, what’s buzzin, cousin?” Y/B/F/N asked as she stepped forward from the kitchen.

    “Not much, Y/B/F/N. Just gettin’ my usual.”

    “Sure, we’ll have it right up!” Y/B/F/N clapped my shoulder as if to say “Talk to him!”

    I ignored the signal as I rang him up for a cheeseburger, fries, and a strawberry milkshake. “Two fifty.” 

    Dallas handed me the exact change and leaned on the counter as I put the money into the register. “Come on, Dolly, we’ve been doin’ this dance all summer, why don’t you let me take you out?”

    “Because you’re not my type, Dallas.”

    “Really? Cause I’ve caught you starin’ at me several times.”

    “I was glaring, Dallas.”

    The truth was that as much as I didn’t like Dallas, I did come to appreciate his good looks from time to time. However, I didn’t want him to know that—-it was too much fun to dislike him.

    “Sure you were.”   

    I rolled my eyes. “Y/B/F/N will have your order up soon.”

    “Fine.” Dallas took a long drag from his cigarette. “But I know why you won’t go out with me.”

   “I know you do because I’ve told you why several times.”

   Dallas shook his head. “No, besides all that, you’re afraid that if you go out with me, you’ll see that I’m not a bad guy after all and maybe see a new side to yourself too.”

    “Get bent, Dallas.”

    “Oooh, still got a mouth on ya.”

    His grin made my stomach flip and I could’ve scowled at myself. How was it that someone I loathed with every fiber of my being had an affect on me? But, I wasn’t easy like any of the girls Dallas went out with. I took school seriously and planned on going to college after high school. Even though I did live near the Curtis’, my parents were well-to-do people and would have a cow if they knew I had even spoken to Dallas Winston. 

    Once his food was ready, I handed him the bag and told him to have a good day, like I do with every customer.

    “It gets even better every time I see you.”

    He sealed his statement with a grin and sauntered out of the restaurant confidently, a couple of girls staggering after him. I rolled my eyes at how ridiculous they were.

   “Bunch of airheads,” I muttered.

   “You know you like the attention,” Y/B/F/N teased.

   “I really don’t, I wish he’d stop coming around.”

   “If you keep this act up he just might and you’d ruin everything for the both of us. You know that I get a kick out of that guy.”

   “How can you? He’s so hard and scary.”

   “That’s only one side of him, have you seen him with Johnny? Practically an angel,” Y/B/F/N said. 

   “Still, there is someone for everyone and I am not the one for Dallas and he isn’t the one for me.” I glanced at the front and saw Kelsey, a buxom platinum blonde greaser girl, talking to Dallas as she tried to subtly shove her chest in his face. “Obviously.”

   Of course, my body had to betray me as I felt the familiar twinge of jealousy burn in my chest. I shouldn’t care about the girls Dallas Winston hangs out with, but I did to a small degree. I wasn’t anything like them so why did he insist on irritating me so much? 

   The question plagued my mind for the rest of the day until it was time to close. I had just finished up sweeping the main dining area when Y/B/F/N came from the bathroom with her bucket and mop in tow.

   “I officially can’t stand men! Isaac shouldn’t make us clean up like this every night.”

   “Yeah, but the pay’s decent,” I said.

   “It’s the only thing that gets me through these long summer days, missing all the new flicks in Marlon Brando,” Y/B/F/N said with a dreamy sigh that made me laugh.

    “By the end of summer, you’ll be able to fly out to meet him if you want.”

     “Even better, he’ll fall in love with me and we’ll get married and have beautiful, talented children.” 

    I shook my head at my friend and we put up the cleaning supplies. After I put the day’s earnings in the safe in Isaac’s office, I locked the door and took off the apron we had to wear during open hours and hung it up in the kitchen.

   “Are you all right if I leave now?” Y/B/F/N asked. 

   “Yeah, sure, you almost locked yourself in here once and wouldn’t want to risk that again.”

   “Don’t remind me about it. See ya tomorrow.”

   “See ya!”

   Y/B/F/N sauntered out and I took my time grabbing my things and making sure everything was in order before I turned off the lights and locked the door. I put the keys to the Dairy Queen in my pocket and started heading in the direction of my house. 

   “Hey, baby!” My body froze as soon as I recognized the voice: Kevin Richards, a Soc friend of Tim’s. 

   I usually only had to worry about him during the day if I had the day off and walked around town with Y/B/F/N. He was rarely at Dairy Queen if I was working for some strange reason. I glanced in his direction and saw that he was smoking with two other tall, large Socs. They all wore pastel light jackets and pristine blue jeans. They looked like all-American boys were certainly far from it.

   Kevin grinned at me and started walking towards me. “How’ve ya been?”

  “Fine, thanks,” I said, backing away.

  “C’mon, don’t be scared, baby. I just wanted to know if you wanted to see a flick with me or hang out with me and my friends.”

  “No thanks, I’m busy.”

  “Right now?” Kevin was getting closer to me and I felt myself getting more nervous.

  “Yeah, my mom’s expecting me home soon. She gets worried when I miss curfew.”

   “C’mon, you’ll be in safe hands. Relax, baby.”

  But I couldn’t relax, not with that sinister look in his green eyes nor with the way his friends were eyeing me. Why couldn’t guys just take a hint?
   Just when I was about to break out into a run, Dallas pulled up to us in his car, blasting “Hound Dog”. Kevin’s attention immediately went to Dallas and I only relaxed slightly. 

   “What are you doin here, Greaser?” Kevin sneered.

   “Could ask you the same thing, Soc,” Dallas said. 

   He cut off the engine, got out of the car, and walked over to me and stood at my side.

   “I’m askin Y/N to go out with me,” Kevin said.

   “And it looks like the lady doesn’t want to, isn’t that right, Y/N?” 

   “Yes, I told him I wasn’t interested.” 

   Dallas turned to Kevin. “You hear that, the lady isn’t interested, so why don’t you go back to the south side and try to sweet talk one of your ladies into a date.”

   Kevin stepped forward and Dallas whipped out his knife.

   “I wouldn’t try anything if I were you.” 

   Kevin’s eyes widened and he glared at Dallas than at me. 

   “You made a big mistake, both of you.”

   He slunked back over to his friends and Dallas put his knife away.

   “Thank you, Dallas, I really owe you one.”

   “How bout a date?”

   I groaned. “Can neither you nor Kevin take a hint?”

  “Can I at least drive you home? It’s a far walk from here.”

  I glanced at Dallas’ car before looking back up at him. “Fine, no funny business.”

  Dallas opened the car door for me and then got in on the driver’s side before pulling off into the night. 

   “So, Kevin’s been after you for a while, huh?”

   “Yeah, don’t really know why.”

    Dallas scoffed. “Are you serious?”

  “As a heart attack.”

   “Y/N, you’re the most gorgeous girl in this town, of course all the boys are going to be after you.”

   “So that’s why you’ve been after me to go out with you? Because you like the way that I look?” 

   “No, but I’d be lyin’ if I said that wasn’t part of it.”

    I frowned and turned towards him. “Then what is it? What about me makes you so adamant about asking me out every chance you get?”

    Dallas sighed. “You’re smart, almost scary smart, and you don’t take crap from anyone, namely me. You’re tough in a way that I’m not and you can cut me down unlike anybody else.” Dallas glanced at me. “And while we’re on the subject, why won’t you go out with me?”

   “Because I heard about what you did in New York and I know about your time in the cooler. I appreciate what you did tonight but that doesn’t really change things.”

   Dallas’ grip on the wheel got harder and it was obvious that he didn’t like my response, but it was the truth. “I know I did bad things in New York, but I’m different now.”


   “Forget about it.”

   The rest of the drive was silent, save for the music softly playing from the radio. It felt torturous until we finally got to my house. He pulled up and parked.

   “I’m awful sorry if I hurt you, I didn’t mean to, it’s just—-being with you would be kind of frightening—-interesting, I’m sure, but frightening. And I do really appreciate what you did for me at Dairy Queen. How lucky am I that you pulled up just in time?”

   “It wasn’t luck. “


   Dallas turned to me. “Don’t have a cow, alright, but I’ve been hanging around the Dairy Queen making sure no one messes with you.”

   I frowned. “But, how have I not noticed you?”

   “I’m real good at hiding, Y/N.”

   His cockiness returned but it didn’t mask how sweet his actions had been. Ever since he learned that I worked at Dairy Queen, he made sure I got home safely? Maybe Dallas Winston wasn’t so bad after all.

   Before I could really think about it, I leaned forward and pecked Dallas’ cheek. “Y/B/F/N closes tomorrow. Pick me up at eight.”

   Dallas face broke into a giddy grin that I never saw before. “See you then, sweet cheeks.”

   I rolled my eyes, hoping he noticed that over the blush burning on my cheeks. My parents were going to be livid once they found out about us, but what was life without a few risks? 

Request: Speak now

Request: hello =) can you write an imagine in which you broke up with juice like 5 years ago and now you are getting married and he finds out when you go to TM to give Gemma her invitation for the wedding and he tries to cancel the wedding?

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: angst and drama, a lot of drama

Originally posted by redwood-orginals

“I can’t do this anymore Juice”, you cried, finally giving up, “It’s like you don’t trust me and I can’t live with your jealousy anymore, your punches on the walls and silence”

“Baby…”, Juice begged, a tear running down his face.

“I’m sorry Juice”, you whispered and grabbed your bag. You didn’t look back as you walked out the door.


Juice woke up feeling his heart pounding inside his chest and sweat covering his skin. He always woke up like that after a nightmare, but he hand’t had one, it had been very real memory from five years ago. He lived with that memory hunting him and though he always felt bad after it, at least he could see you again, even if it was only in his mind, in a dream. You weren’t living that far but for you two that meant worlds apart.

Five years ago, Juice wasn’t in a good place. Club was going through a tough time, problems and lockdowns. It took a toll on him and there were things going on in his life he couldn’t tell anyone. Juice was distant, trying to understand what was happening and it affected your relationship. He couldn’t open up to you though he was afraid you would leave him if he didn’t. His jealousy was worst and everyone was a threat in his eyes. He knew you would leave him, it was just a matter of time, and one day you really did. Juice lost his mind one night, punching a tree because he was too jealous of your friends and you going out with them to, finally, have some good time. You packed and left the next morning. You stayed in Charming for a while and he tried to talk to you, but you wouldn’t talk to anyone but Gemma. Soon, you found a job in Stockton and moved out. Juice haven’t seen you since then.


“I’m glad we finished this early lad”, Chibs sighed as they hopped on their bikes. Jax had sent them to do some errands and it was supposed to take them all day. Chibs was looking forward for a movie night with his new girlfriends and decided they should split up to finish it earlier. Juice agreed with his brother and they rode together back to the clubhouse. They were walking toward the garage when Juice saw Gemma leave her office and freeze on the door.

“Are you okay Gemma?”, he asked as Chibs narrowed his eyes, also noticing the queen’s odd behavior. Gemma was about to answer him when another person walked out the room, bumped into Gemma. The woman froze too as Juice felt his heart skip a beat, “Y/N?”

“What are you doing here lass?”, Chibs asked. No, he didn’t hate Y/N, but he had seen how bad Juice got after their breakup and only meant to protect the boy who was almost like a son to him.

“She came to talk to me”, Gemma hissed and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, escorting her back to the car.

Juice just stood there, speechless, as he watched Y/N walk away. He loved her. He still loved her so much it hurt. Y/N glanced at him over her shoulder, but Gemma just kept pulling her toward the car. Y/N left TM and Juice felt Chibs patting his back.

“You should forget her boy”, the Scotsman sighed.

“I can’t”, Juice whispered.

“Listen to him”, Gemma said as she passed by them on her way back to the office,”She came to bring me her wedding invitation. She moved on. You should do it too”


“Go away!”, Juice yelled when someone knocked on his door for what seemed to be the tenth time.

“It’s Chuck. Gemma told me to bring you some food”, Chucky said in a scared, barely audible voice.

“I’m not hungry Chucky, thanks”, Juice sighed.

“Let me talk to him Chucky”, someone who sounded like Tig said, “Hey Juice I heard what happened. Come on boy! Come outside, let’s drink and let a crow give you a lap dance. You’re gonna feel better”

“You’re an idiot”, Kozik joined the group outside Juice’s door, “The love of his life is getting married and you just told him to get a lap dance!?”

“Nobody asked your dumb blond ass’ opinion”, Tig grunted, “Love of his life? God you sound like a schoolgirl”

“Shut up!”, Juice yelled, opening his door, “I’m not hungry Chucky, thank you. And you two… Stop whining like two schoolgirls outside my door! That doesn’t help!”

“Actually, I was coming here to offer help”, Kozik said, making all eyes turn to him, “Sounds crazy, but we could go to Stockton if you’re up for a ride”

“For what?”, Tig creased his brow.

“Talk to Y/N”, Juice mumbled, still looking at Kozik, “I-I don’t think that would work Kozik”

“Well, if you change your mind…”, his brother handed him a piece of paper and Juice saw it was a copy of Y/N’s wedding invitation. “I sneaked into her office while she was having lunch”, Kozik shrugged.

“I hope she notices it and you get your ass whipped”, Tig said as Juice closed the door behind him, looking down at the paper. Should he try again? Or should he move on like Gemma had said?


Juice tried to call Y/N a million times, but he hadn’t had the courage to speak when she answered the phone. On the last call, Y/N had talked to him though.

“I know it’s you Juice”, he could hear Y/N taking a deep breath, “Stop calling, please. You must know I’m going to get married and I beg you to stop calling and don’t try anything. We lost our chance years ago. Please, don’t call me again”

Juice cried after she hang up and spent the whole week feeling miserable. It was Y/N’s wedding day and there was nothing he could do. Juice woke up and walked to the garage. Gemma was there and handed him Y/N’s wedding invitation and his keys.

“I’m not going to that wedding”, Gemma said as Juice stared at her, “But you should go”

“But…”, he started.

“Forget what I said”, Gemma cut him off, “Just go”

She didn’t have to say it again. Juice hopped on his bike and drove as fast as he could, heading to Stockton. He parked across the street and looked at the church. Everybody was inside, but he still had a few minutes. He knew Y/N was somewhere inside that church and he had to find her. Juice looked around and finally found an open door. Silently, he walked in and opened every door on his way, trying to find Y/N. Suddenly, he heard voices and a door being closed. A bridesmaid was walking away and Y/N should be in that room. Juice took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Kelly is…”, Y/N turned around and froze when she saw him, “Juice? What are you doing here?”

“You look beautiful”, he couldn’t help but admire her on that wedding dress. She looked absolutely stunning.

“I was fearing it, I knew you would try something stupid”, Y/N sighed, “Please go away Juice”

“I can’t”, he sadly smiled, “I need you to listen to me okay? Please don’t marry him”

“Juice…”, she closed her eyes and shook her head.

Juice got closer and took her hands in his. Y/N opened her eyes again and stared at their hands together. “I still love you Y/N”, Juice whispered.

“Please Juan”, Y/N looked up at him, tearing up, “I’m gonna get married”

“Do you love him?”, Juice squeeze desperately her hands, “Look in my eyes and tell me you love him. Tell me you don’t feel anything when I’m close to you. What we have is epic baby”

“It is not”, Y/N walked backwards, “It ended”

“I know and I’m so sorry”, Juice grimaced, “It was my fault”

“Yes it was”, she cried, breaking his heart again, “You wouldn’t open up and talk to me. It was suffocating! I was trying to understand, but I desperately needed a break and you exploded when I just went to the movies with my friends! Damn I knew you were jealous, but you lost your mind Juice! I couldn’t take it, I had to leave”

“I know baby”, Juice was crying too, “And I’m so sorry, I regret it every single day. I hurt you and you were right to leave, but I dreamed you would come back to me someday. I know it’s probably too late but I have to try. I beg you. Do not get married”

“He’s good to me”, she said.

“I will be better”, he stepped closed again, “I won’t let anything get between us again. Club is in a better place…”

“Oh God, you club!”, Y/N hissed, “I tried to come back, but the club got between us as always”. Juice just stared at Y/N as she spoke, “I came back but Clay told me to forget you, said you didn’t need me and I was a distraction. I stayed away, I worked hard to build a new life Juice and I found a good man. I had to at least try to leave that life behind”

“Clay is dead”, Juice clenched his jaw hard, angry for what he had let happen to them, “He thought he could use me as his puppet, but you, only you baby, gave me strength to keep fighting. That living hell was finally over but you were in Stockton and you had a new boyfriend. I should have talked to you sooner”

“Juice…”, Y/N’s whispered.

“Please baby”, Juice got closer, holding her hands again. He was about to kiss Y/N when the bridesmaid came back.

“Y/N we are…” the girl stopped and stared at Juice, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”

“He is leaving Kelly. Please, he’s leaving”, Y/N gently pushed him away, “Please Juice, please leave”

“Y/N”, Juice begged again.

“Go”, she mouthed as the bridesmaid hovered over her to fix her makeup.

“I will be outside if you change your mind”, he said before the bridesmaid close the door. Juice clenched his fists as he walked out the church. He sat on his bike, heart beating fast as he waited for Y/N to come running back to his arms. However, what he noticed next were the bells ringing and a distance song. She was walking down the aisle to get married to another man. Juice cried. He had lost the woman he loved.

First, he thought it was his imagination, but through the tears he could see someone running across the grass. He wiped the tears and saw her, Y/N, holding her dress as she ran. Juice hopped off his bike and met her in the middle of the street, wrapping his arms around her.

“Take me home”, Y/N whispered before he kiss her.

“Where is it?”, he asked, thinking she meant her place in Stockton.

“Charming”, she smiled and kissed him again. Juice held her hand tight in his and helped her hop on his bike. Y/N took off her veil and let it go on the wind as Juice sped up his bike, heading home.

Note of the author: Sorry, I had to include Tig and Kozik as a comic relief. I always try to give Juice a happy ending, unless you request otherwise. I hope you liked it.

Got7 as dads - Yugyeom

A/N - We’ve finally come to the last part of this series! I can’t quite believe that it’s the end but I’m excited for other series to take place over this one. I hope you all enjoy seeing what I think Yugyeom would be like as a dad~

Mark | JB | Jackson | Jinyoung | Youngjae | Bambam

  • Kim Yugyeom who is destined to be a kid forever would be such a confused dad
  • like, he would have no clue what he’s doing
  • but he still does an amazing job!
  • he would love his kids with all of his entire being but he would just have no idea what he should do in certain situations
  • which is where he relies on his spouse to help him
  • but even though he’s not sure about what he’s doing, he really wants to give his kids the best
  • if they should an interest in anything, he will let them do it as much as they want to
  • they want to learn piano? they can learn piano
  • they want to write a book? he finds a creative writing club for them
  • but if they ever want to learn to dance like their dad
  • then this boy will be in his element
  • his face would light up so much and he’d be all like “of course daddy can teach you how to dance! come on let me show you something”
  • and he’d get up and show off them moves
  • if his kids were fairly young, they’d be watching in awe and they’d be shouting “I want to dance like dad!”
  • but if they were a bit older, preteens kind of age then they’d just get embarrassed
  • “daaaaaaad stop dancing please”
  • and he’d only dance more
  • he’s definitely the kind of dad to embarrass his kids in public
  • he doesn’t care about his own image so why not ruin his kids’
  • god forbid one of his kids brings home their boyfriend or girlfriend
  • Yugyeom will the the one to pull out the baby photos and will share as many embarrassing stories as possible
  • and it’s not to scare their partner away, it’s literally just to embarrass his kid
  • but no matter how much he embarrasses them, they still love him lots
  • bc who doesn’t love him
  • he would absolutely love it when they tell him that too
  • especially if they were getting older and saying it less often
  • then it’d hold even more meaning and he might even tear up, causing them to cringe bc their dad is so emotional and soft aw bless

Barduil Mini Bang - Art for @thraaaaaaaanduuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiil’s ‘Under the Flowers’ (A03 - Under the Flowers by chissprincess)

“Come on,” Bard said. “Let me show you one of our dances.”

Thranduil’s other eyebrow shot up to join the first. “What?”

“Oh, come, don’t be shy,” Bard said. He wiggled his fingers and grinned. “You know you want to. I saw you dancing.”

Thranduil huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “You spied on me, you mean,” he said. “Apologize first or I will refuse.”

“I was not –“

“Apologize,” he repeated. His tone was deadly serious, but his eyes had a mischievous sparkle to them. “Or risk inciting a horrible incident between our two kingdoms.”

“Oh FINE,” Bard huffed. He gave Thranduil a deep bow and said, “I am DEEPLY sorry for having spied on you, Oh Elvenking, and I hope you can forgive a mere mortal his curiosity.”

Hope you enjoy all the flowers.

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I love you, which is to say:

I’ll let you hear me laugh so hard I’ll snort;
I’ll sit close to you on days where I feel sweaty and gross;
I’ll hold your hand as long as you’ll let me;
My eyes will soften when they see you;
I will not dread the winter as much, knowing I’ll face the cold with you;
When the stars arise, it’s you I want to sit next to;
I’ll learn every new thing you want me to;
I’ll try (most) foods for you (let’s be honest you’re more adventures than I am);
I’ll laugh until I cry a lot;
I’ll let you see me cry;
I’ll tell you all the tales of my broken heart;
I’ll be vulnerable with you and not flinch;
I’ll be safe here;
You’ll be safe here;
I never wish to part from you in this moment.

I love you, which is to say:
Come and dance with me forever, I’ll let you step on my toes.


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“It’s so weird being at a bar without tracking a target,” Natasha commented absently, glancing around.

“Which is exactly why we’re here while we have no targets to track,” you stated. “You’ve been working too hard lately. We need to relax.”

“We could’ve just raided Tony’s liquor cabinet. That’s usually what I do when I need a drink,” Natasha commented, glancing over the drink menu. “Though they do have the vodka I like here.”

“See? And they have dancing here,” you stated. You ordered your drink of choice, with Natasha ordering a double Lemon Drop. As soon as you got your drinks, you grabbed Natasha’s wrist.

“Where are you taking me?” Natasha asked as she let you pull her.

“To dance. Come on, we’re going full night out here!” You stopped in the middle of the dance floor and drank your drink down until it was in no danger of spilling, before moving your body to the music.

Natasha smiled and shook her head. “You’re even more ridiculous than Barton,” she commented, though after she drank her drink down some, she started to move too.

“Come on, I know you can dance more than that!” you said, taking Natasha’s free hand in yours and moving her along with you. You raised your hand up to twirl Natasha, and after she spun, she twirled you around in turn, letting out a small laugh.

“Okay, okay, you win,” she conceded, finishing off her drink. She set her glass aside and ordered another drink. “I forget sometimes what it’s like to not have to worry about anything.”

You grinned. “Our new post-mission tradition?” you asked.

“For as long as we’re partners,” Natasha replied, holding up her glass. You tapped yours to hers in a toast.