hi natalya

Image: Alexander Pushkin, circa 1830. (Hulton Archive/Getty Images)

Alexander Pushkin was a Russian poet, novelist and playwright. He died on this day (Feb. 10) in 1837 due to injuries sustained during a duel. “A DUEL?!” you ask? “A DUEL,” I answer. YOU GUYS this is the best story so let’s do this:

Pushkin wrote during Czar Nicholas I’s reign, in the 1800s. Early in his career, his poems were considered anarchic by the Russian government. So now our guy is being watched pretty carefully by the government and has to abide by strict censorship rules. He also spent a long vacation (that’s my euphemism for exile) away from St. Petersburg.

Now the plot thickens. Alexander meets the hottest thing in Russia since sliced bread, which, for the record, was not a thing until about 100 years later in 1928. Natalya Goncharova was a beauty by all accounts and caught everyone’s attention as soon as she walked in the room. Pushkin proposed to the young Goncharova and she said yes (after checking with the czar that the poet was not, in fact, going to be exiled again).

So, like I said, Goncharova was very popular in the Russian court. A French refugee named Georges D'Anthès was especially interested in Goncharova and flirted with her, a married woman, constantly in public. The court was afire with rumors and an anonymous letter was published accusing Pushkin of not being able to hold onto his woman. Naturally, the poet was upset – his honor and manhood (heaven forbid) had been challenged. So he challenged D’Anthes to a duel to restore his image (well, technically he challenged D’Anthes’ adopted father, but Pushkin knew the dad was too old to duel, talk about shady). The poet managed to wound his opponent, but D’Anthes did one better: He shot Pushkin in the stomach.  

The poet died two days later. As for D’Anthes? He died an old man, claiming to his closest friends that he regretted never getting to be with his one true love, Natalya Goncharova.  

-Intern Kelli

nernershuman  asked:

Okay, here's something I was wondering. How much of Zero's hesitation to tell Granger about his sexuality based on realistic fear, or just fear that Zero has built up in his head? I feel like, that while Granger can be rigid and was tough on Zero at times, he's mellowed with time and while his expectations are still high, I can't see him reacting in a horrible way. I would think at this point he just wants him to be a good person.

It’s an equal amount of both tbh. Granger has loosened his tie since having Natalya but Zero doesn’t know Granger to be Daddy Panda. He isn’t in the house that much anymore so he doesn’t get to see the side of his father that we’re now aware of. 

Granger is a pretty young parent that suffered severe daddy issues himself so when Hitomi had Zero there was a huge disconnect there and it lasted well into Zero’s high school years. He was there for him financially and he made sure he always had a roof over his head and food in his stomach and occasionally they got along but there wasn’t much father-son bonding. Granger always saw Zero as his responsibility and not much else.. it sucks but part of that is because it was so out of his comfort zone and triggering to his own childhood with his father. At most he tried to make sure Zero wasn’t raised in the same type of environment he experienced but subconsciously he ended up picking up some of Alastair’s parental traits. 

For as long as he can remember Zero always had to walk on eggshells with Granger and he was never easy to talk to about anything that didn’t involve his education. Furthermore, Zero knows that his father is an ex-assassin so imagine if you have some crazy killer as a father with him all cut up the way he is.. it’s pretty intimidating to look him in the face. Like Zero probably doesn’t even recall a time where Granger has ever genuinely smiled.. like ever in his life okay. It’s that serious for him. 

I think Natalya has been good for Granger because she’s a rambunctious little squirt. She can get him to unwind and thus far has been super comfortable talking to him about pretty much anything that’s on her mind. That’s not to say that he doesn’t put his foot down with her but it takes a little more effort to brush her off or send her to her room. You’d think since she’s the girl it would be different but another part of why he’s so slack with Nat is because she’s her mother’s daughter. She’s pretty confident and also a half-breed so she picks up on things quicker and deep down inside Granger knows that she’s just cut from a different cloth. 

Granger telling Zero that he’s proud of him is probably like top 3 things Zero has ever wanted in his life.. like just for his father to acknowledge him as his son with a good head on his shoulders and give him some type of credit. I think Zero knew that his father cared about him but he wasn’t so certain that he actually loved him and what he told him over the phone was something he desperately needed to hear. 

anonymous asked:

Can I ask for a scenario drunken!Lithuania x reader? I really want to see how you will portray him in this state

the truth is…

Drunk!Lithuania x Reader

Y/N had been friends with Toris for years now, best friends, really. Y/N loved the Lithuanian, but due to his admiration of Natalya, Y/N had never said a word about their feelings. Y/N didn’t want to threaten their friendship, nor did Y/N want to pressure him even more. And just the day before, Toris had gotten the brush-off by Natalya – again – leaving Toris devastated. Y/N knew that arguing with him was pointless, there was no argument to convince him to let go of his dream that he and Natalya could get together. So Y/N called Feliks to take him out for a while so he’d forget his sadness for a while.

Seems like Y/N didn’t really think it through, though. After Toris had asked Y/N to come along, Y/N agreed. In their eyes, it would have been unfair to just force him to go and not to come along.
So now they were there, in a restaurant that also had a bar. Because Y/N had driven here by car, Y/N only drank water. “Come on, Toris, I’ll pay the next round, you look crestfallen” Feliks commented.
Toris muttered: “Alright…”
Y/N looked at the bottle: Some Polish vodka. Y/N watched Toris down the liqueur and started to cough.
“Easy there” Feliks said and laughed, “Don’t die, that would be dumb.”
“It doesn’t matter anyways” Toris replied and grabbed the bottle.
Y/N sighted: “Natalya only has eyes for Ivan, Toris. Don’t chase a dream.”
“Apparently, I only chase dreams” he replied and filled his glass. ‘As if it’s water’ Y/N thought to themselves. Feliks looked at Y/N and Y/N shrugged.

(Time skip to a bit later, Y/N returns to the bar after Y/N had quickly washed their hands in the restroom)

Y/N frowned when they saw Toris’ head on Feliks’ shoulder – and Feliks looked a bit concerned. He waved at Y/N who hurried over.
“Y/N-” Feliks was interrupted by Toris: “N-noo, I can't… Y-Y/N?” Internally, Y/N facepalmed when Y/N realised that he was slurring.
“Yes, Toris?” Y/N asked.
He sat up and sloppily grabbed his glass. Y/N looked at Feliks: “How much did he have to drink??”
“Honestly not that much! I had more and I am fine!” he answered and lifted his hands: “I didn’t think he could handle so little…”
“I’m fine, I promise… It’s just… why don’t they love me?” he said, and honestly, Y/N was surprised how he could supress his slurring.
“Natalya? Toris, stop torturing yourself…” Y/N replied and sighted, “She loves Ivan.”
“Ah, yeah, about that, Y/N-” Feliks was yet again interrupted by Toris: “That’s not w-what I mean!”
Y/N frowned and looked at Feliks: “Care to explain?”
“Hey, I don’t know! He’s totally drunk, but I’m not sure if he was talking about Natalya” Feliks replied defensively.
Y/N waved it off: “Anyways, I think I should take him home. That won’t end well if he keeps drinking.”
“N-no, I’m fine!” Toris insisted.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re fine” Y/N replied and took his arm to put it around his shoulders: “Then you’ll help me by walking, right?”
When Toris stood up, even though Y/N held onto him, he tripped over his own feet. “Fine” Y/N huffed.
Y/N looked to Feliks and told him that they’d text him once Toris was at his place. It was a challenge to get Toris to their car and onto the passenger seat.
When Y/N sat on the driver’s seat, Y/N noticed that Toris was crying. “Toris, what’s wrong? Is it Natalya?” Y/N asked while Y/N started to drive. He shook his head and wiped his tears away. Y/N sighted: “God, Toris… look at you”
Y/N turned into the highway, starting to speed up a little.
“Ngh… Y-Y/N”
Y/N turned their head around to look at Toris who was pale as paper. Before even asking what was going on, Y/N speeded up even more because Toris’ house was pretty close and there was no way to pull over right now: “I’ll get you out in a second.”
Y/N parked the car within the blink of an eye, jumped out of the car and pulled Toris out of the car. He groaned and reeled over to the bush next to the stairs that led up to the door, doubled over and threw up. Y/N walked over and patted his back without saying anything and waited until he was finished.
Y/N took Toris’ keys and opened the door before helping him into the house. It wasn’t getting easier, as he was almost asleep now. “God, you’re heavier than you look” Y/N muttered.
“I- I’m sorry” he drawled.
“Sorry for doing this to yourself, I hope”, Y/N replied and made their way to the bathroom. On the way, Toris stopped walking. Y/N looked at him. His eyes fluttered and he had lost all colour yet again and let out a groan. “Dammit…” Y/N whispered and pulled him into the bathroom and placed him in front of the toilet. He gagged a few times before he started to throw up again. Y/N could see tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Don’t cry” Y/N whispered and stroked gently over his head. He rinsed his mouth and shook his head: “I… I love you, Y/N.”
Y/N shook their head: “You should sleep now, Toris. You’re totally out of it.”
He made a noise that was similar to a sob and a grunt, but he didn’t say anything. Y/N took him to his room and placed him on his bed.
“W-wait, Y/N, before you go-” He opened a shelf next to his bed and got a paper: “H-Here.”
Then, he rolled over in his bed and instantly blacked out. Y/N stared on the paper in their hands.
I know Y/N won’t believe me. But the truth is, I have always loved her. More than anything.
“Toris… you’re an idiot” Y/N whispered and looked softly at the man on the bed. But… maybe it really wasn’t just the alcohol talking…

anonymous asked:

How would Russia react if Belarus says that she doesn't trust his fem s/o. At. All.

Well, Ivan keeps in mind that his sister doesn’t really trust anyone, but he would take her feelings into count. Ivan would try to introduce his s/o to Natalya and have them interact more if he really loves his s/o.

Full Circle

Spamano Week Day 3 Prompt: Surprise

Rated T (mild language)     @spamanoweek


    Lovino wiped down the counter and groaned. He agreed to take the late shift off of Alfred so he could celebrate his anniversary with Natalya. At the time he felt like a hero, but now not so much. It was a little too slow and then the only people to come in were othe college students and hipsters. What did he expect from Espresso Express? A clever name and a coffeehouse filled with interesting people after nine? Puh-leeze!

    “Another two and a half hours of this bullshit…” Lovino mumbled to himself in the empty cafe. The kitchen was spotless, the front was spotless. Even a few coffee pots were cleaned! He was pretty sure no one else would show, so he did what any good college senior would do, and pulled out his textbook. Spanish was the easiest elective he had. He needed easy when his major was anything but. He got a pencil and began to answer a few questions in the book. He could erase them and sell it later. He was really getting into it and forgot he was working. Oops.

    “Hola bienvenido. ¿Cuál bebida quisiera?” Lovino droned idly as a customer stepped inside.

    "Hm…quisiese un café medio con leche y azúcar, por favor.” the customer chuckled. Lovino looked up at the man and wanted nothing more than to die. He was a normal looking guy, not a hipster or a stressed student, and dear lord was he hot! And there was something familiar about him too.

    "Oh! Uhm, what was that?” Lovino averted his gaze.

    "Oh! I was ordering!” the man giggled adorably, “I wanted a medium coffee with cream and sugar!”

    "Is that all?” Lovino asked. The man beamed and nodded. Lovino knew that smile…

    "My name is Antonio, by the way.” Antonio smiled, “What’s your name? Do you go to the college nearby too?” Lovino froze as he entered the price into the register and snapped his gaze up at the man.

    "Antonio!? Antonio Fernández Carriedo?!” Lovino yelped. It had been years! They were best friends as kids until Lovino had to move with Nonno and Feli.

    "Wow! We have the exact same name! That’s crazy!” Antonio beamed, “At least I share a name with someone as cute as you!”

    "You dumbass tomato bastard!” Lovino groaned. Antonio’s eyes went wide–only one person called him that, ever. He should have seen it before! Who else would have that curl and that attitude?

    "Lovi!” he squealed, “It’s been forever and now you’re learning Spanish! Oh man you got hot! You sound so different now! I can’t believe it’s really you! What are the odds? Should I get a lottery ticket now because I’m so lucky!” Antonio rambled and paced in front of the counter.

    "You haven’t changed a bit.” Lovino scoffed. That was a lie–Antonio hardly looked like the kid he left behind with a squeaky voice and a lanky frame. This man was not the same boy he had a crush on, though it wasn’t a stretch. He was still a little thickheaded and had no filter, but he just radiated sunshine with that smile all the same!

    “Don’t be so sure!” Antonio grinned while Lovino prepared his drink. He pulled out a pen and scribbled down his number on a napkin. He stowed the pen when Lovino turned back to him.

    "What? Did you finally find a girlfriend?” Lovino jeered, honestly hoping that answer was no. Antonio shook his head.

    "I could never! I already proposed to you on the playground. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

    "One, I proposed and you said yes. Two, we were playing a game, you were a beautiful princess and I was the charming knight who saved you from the giant.” Lovino rolled his eyes and blushed–stupid kid games were more embarrassing as he got older. Antonio thought it was cute! (and even cuter that Lovino remembered!)

    "We kissed, a few times too.” Toño smirked, “My hero deserved each and every one!” He swooned dramatically and batted his eyelashes. Lovino was far from amused, and rolled his eyes.

    "That was then. And you don’t need saving.” Lovino busied himself with cleaning the counter.

    "Now that you mention it. I do need some saving–from a deep seated loneliness. Wanna hangout after work? Or maybe you could text me whenever.” Antonio tapped his chin and pushed the napkin toward Lovino.

    "Asking me on a date already?” Lovino pocketed the napkin and smirked. Antonio nodded once and shrugged, he wanted to get back in touch with his best friend, but the blatant flirting couldn’t go ignored, right?

    “Why not?” Lovino smiled, “As long as you’re paying. I’ll text you.”

    "Espresso Express!” Antonio gasped. It had been 3 years since they met at that little hole-in-the-wall coffee shop. Three years to the day that he asked Lovino to be his boyfriend! What were they doing here?!

    "Yeah, it’s here and I need coffee. C’mon!” Lovino huffed and dragged him inside. He was nervous as hell and glad that the place was empty. Rather than order a drink, Lovino turned to Antonio and held his hands. He looked into those bright green eyes and shook off his nerves.

    "Babe, do you remember what you said to get me to go on a date with you?” Lovino asked and stroked Antonio’s knuckles with his thumb. Antonio shook his head.

    "You said you needed saving from a deep seated loneliness–”

    "I was such a dork!” Antonio giggled.

    "Well for the past few years, I’ve been doing just that, like a brave little playground knight. But I realized you’re doing the same for me. I don’t know what I would do without you, your smile, your voice, you just being there with me. And I have only one question if you would be kind enough to let me ask.” Lovino said, shaking all the while. He was blushing bright red. Antonio was grinning brightly and ready to cry.

    "Can you order this time?” Lovino pouted. Antonio deflated and went to the counter with a nod. Lovino shot the barista a look–it was Alfred–and smirked when he tilted his chin in recognition. He found a table and waited to put his plan in motion.

    "Two cafés con leche, one with soymilk!!” Alfred grinned and handed Antonio, who was highly confused. Was Lovino on a new fad diet? Why did he tell Alfred and not him? He took the travel cups full of black gold with a fake smile and sat down across from Lovino. He thanked Antonio and took a sip.

    "Toño,” Lovino said as he set his coffee down, “Would you rather date someone who’s smooth or sentimental?” Antonio looked at him like he was insane.

    "Does it matter? I’m dating you!” he pouted and brought the lid of his cup to his lips and tried to take a sip. There was coffee in there, he could see the steam, but nothing came out. He set the drink down and scowled–it was not his day.

    "You might want to take the lid off…” Lovino mumbled. Those nerves were back in full force. Antonio eyed him skeptically and cautiously removed the lid.

    He gasped when he looked inside. There was another lid with the rim cut off stuck in the cup. Even more shocking was the beautiful ring carefully taped to it. It was no ordinary ring! He teared up and grinned excitedly from ear to ear.

    "So, uh, you sure you’re still dating me?” Lovino smirked, trying the smooth approach. Antonio covered his mouth and nose and stared at Lovino with wide doe-eyes. Lovino got up and dropped to a knee–time for the sentimental approach.

    "Antonio, you should know I feel complete with you by my side. Whether you’re my knight or I’m yours, we carry each other through the good and bad. I could never find someone as kind, loving, and understanding as you. Please tell me you feel the same, all it takes is one word.” Lovino said and looked into his face entreatingly. He was crying.

    "Lovino, wha–what are you—?” Antonio sobbed. Lovino was at a loss, he was more ready to hear ‘no’ than no answer. Both approaches seemed to backfire. Without a plan C, Lovino had to improvise through his frustration—this shit wasn’t easy!

    "Marry me you damn tomato bastard!” he snapped and slapped a hand over his mouth. Antonio wiped his eyes and beamed at Lovino.

    "Of course! Yes! Yes I’ll marry you!” Antonio squealed and tackled Lovino into a hug. He held Lovino tightly and kissed all over his face as he rolled on the floor. That is, until Lovino pinned him down. He smiled and kissed his fiancé on the lips tenderly.

    "Get a room!” Alfred laughed from behind the counter. Lovino flipped him off. Someone wanted to absorb the result of the best surprise ever!

A Punch to the Heart (Roman Reigns x Reader)

A/N: MASTERLIST

Word Count: 2,001 (oops?)

Warnings: Language (but like shit and crap so basically not a warning)


I opened the front door, full of excitement and full of energy. I decided to join the WWE Company because I spent 6 years in gymnastics and 3 years in the wrestling company back home. But I wanted to get out of that town and luckily WWE accepted me.

Stephanie McMahon greeted me warmly together with her husband Hunter. “Welcome to the WWE Melanie.” She smiled as she shook my hand. “Thank you.” She gave me a tour around the building and showed me where my locker room was and most importantly the catering area. “This is the men’s locker room. You won’t be coming in here.” She opened the door and didn’t realize that there were the Superstars present. My eyes landed in a tall, dark man; his long wet hair was put up in a bun, he was wearing a pair of grey sweat pants; revealing his V line that God knows where it ended and he had no shirt on, his rippling abs glistening from what it seemed like water. Enjoying myself so far. He sent a sweet smile. I felt my cheeks burning and I smiled back. I felt someone slightly shoving my shoulder as he got past me. “Sorry sweetheart.” He looked at me again. “Hello. I’m Dean Ambrose.” He winked at me and looked over his shoulder as the men in the locker room scoffed. “Back off Ambrose.” Stephanie said sourly. “Don’t mind him. So let’s move Melanie.”

“Oh Melanie. Nice name, I had a cat name Melanie. She died a few years ago. Now I got a plant…called him Mitch.. But hey…the job for a kitty is still open.” Dean bit his lower lip and winked back at me. I laughed at Dean’s compliment. “Thank you?” A two toned man walked towards us. “I’m Seth Rollins, I am the Architect of The Shield.” Dean scoffed at his friend’s introduction. I looked at the tall man behind him who was laughing too. “Nice move Dean. But you need to up your game.” As the two of them were busy trying to out do each other, a tall, pale man approached us. His red hair was gelled up and his red beard. “I’m Sheamus, the Celtic Warrior.” Stephanie’s phone began ringing. “I need to get this Mel. I’ll come back in a minute.” She left. Behind Sheamus was another two men staring at me. “I’m King Barrett but you can call me Wade Barrett.” The other man pushed Wade back and introduced himself. “I’m Alberto del Rio. Eres hermosa como una rosa en la naturaleza.” I cocked my eyebrow as I did not understand a thing he said. “Rusev is not here yet.”

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“Can’t you see you’re confusing the girl?” The tall man split through the men. He looked at me as I pursed my lips. “I’m Roman Reigns.” Holy shit. “Welcome to the men’s locker room.”

“Thanks.” Steph returned from her phone call. “Well, in like 10 minutes be at the arena because I need to talk to you all.”

“Bye Mel.” The men said in unison.

We walked to the women’s locker room. “Girls this is our new Diva, Melanie.” A tall pale woman approached me together with a blonde woman. “I’m Paige.” She introduced herself. “This is Natalya.” She pointed at the blonde woman. “Nice to meet you Melanie.”

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“Nice to meet you too.” I smiled and we began talking. “I’ll leave you girls alone.” As she walked out of the door, she popped her head from the door frame. “Girls meet me at the arena.” She left. “I’m Becky Lynch.” The red head shook my hand and grinned. I got out my phone and looked at it. “I have to go and settle in my locker room. It was nice meeting you girls.” Natalya’s eyes widened. “What room are you?”

She asked all curious. “Umm…B13.”

“That’s next to mine! I have a new neighbor!” She began jumping up and down. “Calm down Natty.” Becky giggled.

Natalya and I walked down to my locker room. As we were about to enter my locker room, a tall blonde man wrapped his arms around Natalya. “Oh Mel, this is my husband Tyson Kidd.” He shook my hand with one arm still wrapped around Natalya’s waist. “Hey Mel!” I heard someone calling my name from behind me. I turned around and saw Dean waving at me. “Hey Dean.” Seth was with him. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“Well you see me next to my locker room.” I turned around and I was taken aback when I saw Roman smiling. He was wearing a shirt this time. But he was still sexy as Hell. I pursed my lips as I looked down to hide my burning red cheeks. I swallowed (which I think everybody heard) and looked at Natalya who was too busy with her husband mouth. “Hey umm…Nat. sorry to interrupt but umm…we need to go.”

“Right Melanie.” Someone gripped tightly on my hand and pulled me away from Roman. It was Paige. “Now you boys better behave yourselves and you’d better not mess with my girl.” My cheeks turned even brighter.

As we arrived in the huge arena, we saw that everything was settled for the show that was going to take place that night. I sat down between Paige and Becky. Paige looked across the room. A tall blonde woman was holding the WWE Diva’s Championship belt around her waist while on her left she had an old man with white hair that was thrown back. He had a wide smile that reached both ears. “That’s Charlotte.” said Becky. She climbed up the stairs proudly as the Divas and the Superstars cocked their eyebrows and shook their heads. As she walked past our row, she stopped in her tracks and looked back. Shit. “You must be Melanie aka Bane.” She chuckled.

The arena went quiet and all eyes landed on me. “Listen up Melanie.” She spitted. “You won’t last long in this business and you will never win this.” She raised the belt in the air. I got up and faced her. “At least I didn’t bring my grandpa to support me.” The people in the arena giggled from under their breaths. “This is my father! Ric Flair!” I gave her a confused look. “Doesn’t ring a bell.” The man’s face turned red. Stephanie and Hunter got in the ring. “Okay everyone settle down.” I sat back down; I saw Dean nodding at me. “So tonight we have a special match; it’s a mixed tag team match. We groups of Superstars are going to choose a Diva to fight with them. The team are The Shield and The Wyatt Family since there had always been a feud between you two. And also That’s all. Run along.”

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“That was the whole news?” Paige whispered. She sighed and got up. “So Mel, what are you going to dress for the match?” She asked. “You’ll see.”

Paige, Natalya and Becky followed me to my locker room. I opened my bag and got out a badass gear. “Oh my God! I love it!” She moved in front of a huge mirror and began posing with the outfit in front of her.

***

I got dressed up and went to meet Nat who was next door but someone called my name. “You must be Melanie.” Two twin sisters said. “Hi I’m, Brie. This is my sister Nikki.” They greeted. “You’re waiting for Natalya? I saw her in the catering area.”

“Thank you.” I smiled and left. As I entered the catering area someone pulled me away from the door. “Goddamn!” I saw The Shield smiling. “Hey Mel.” said Seth grinning. “What was that for?”

“Oh yeah. Sorry about that but we want you to be the Diva to join our team.” My eyes widened. I immediately looked down and but my lower lip. This was Karma doing its job right. I didn’t give it much time to think about it. “Yeah…sure. But next time don’t pull me like you’re going to hustle me.” They chuckled and I went back in the catering area. Nat began waving from the other side of the room. “I saved a chair for you.”

“Thank you Nat.” As I was about to sit, a crew member said “The Shield, Wyatt’s and the two Divas chosen please come with us.” I sighed and got up. “Good luck Mel.” Nat hugged me and I left with the crew member. “Okay so Melanie you go out with The Shield. Charlotte you go out with the Wyatt’s.” Charlotte? I had to fight that bitch? Her father, Ric Flair threw a death stare at me. “Got something in your eyes Flair?” Sheamus came up from behind me, which made me jump. “Did I scare you?” He asked.

“Yes.” He smiled. “I’m here to tell you good luck against Charlotte. You can beat her.”

“Thanks Sheamus.” The Shield arrived made their pep talk and we walked down the ring. The crowd’s screams almost made me deaf. I saw posters all over the arena like Sheamus in a mayonnaise jar, ‘Yes’ signs, even a ‘Kiss me Roman’ poster. I pursed my lips to hold in the laughter as I saw the poster. We got in the ring and the lights went out. The crowd had their phones in their hand. The lights went back on. Two men were wearing a black and white sheep mask respectively. The other two members had their face uncovered. They circled the ring but where was Charlotte? She walked down the ring with her father by her side and the Championship Belt on her shoulder. The referee came and we took our places. Dean went out first against Luke Harper.

Charlotte’s stare was about to grip on my throat and shove me down the ring. Luke was thrown out of the ring and he hit the barricade, Erick went after Dean who were both thrown out of the ring. Bray looked scared so he got out the big guns…Braun Strowman. As Roman went for a punch, Braun grabbed Roman’s neck and choke slammed him. Seth got on the top rope and jumped on Braun. I looked down at Roman who reached for the bottom rope. He looked up at me “Are you ready?” As I reached my hand out, someone pulled me off the apron. The referee managed to put everything in order. I got in the ring and Charlotte threw her leg at my face but I caught it and twisted it. She let out a scream. I let go of her leg and slapped her. With a Suplex I put her in submission. She began tapping on the mat.  Her father pulled her out and placed the Heavyweight Championship over her shoulder again. The Shield’s theme song came on. “Good job.” Roman suddenly hugged me tightly making me weak to the knees. He gently released and giggled.

We went backstage. I heard scream. Paige and Natalya came screaming at me and hugged me. “You did it! Holy crap!” They released me from under their grip. “Well Melanie we shall leave you and your girlfriends here to fangirl. Good job Melanie!” Dean hugged me and they left. I watched them leave. A shirtless man walked past them. “Shield.” He said.

“Randy.” They kept walking away until they got out of sight. He walked towards me. “Hi, I’m Randy Orton.” He was covered in baby oil and he was hot. His blue eyes made me blush. I looked down at my shoes and smiled. “I’m Melanie.”

“I know who you are. I saw you fighting. You’re really good.” His tattooed arms crossed each other and he smirked. Nat and Paige cleared their throats. Randy was snapped back to reality. “I have to go Mel. Here’s my number.”

He wrote it on a piece of napkin and gave it to me. “Call me.” He winked and left. As he got out of my sight, Roman who was in the background, saw everything. Shit. “Mel, I think we should go.” Nat put her hand over my shoulder and we left. I felt bad for Roman. All night my mind was constantly running through the expression on his face. The corners of his lips fell and his eyes frowned. I closed my eyes but his Roman’s face kept flashing in front of me. His beautiful face, his cute smile and his muscles and cologne…don’t get me started. After what seemed like an hour, I managed to sleep.

Originally posted by claudiacristinadesa

anonymous asked:

do you have headcanons for pre-wammy's L, or younger L in general?

*cracks knuckles* Do I? You bet that I do.

Just before I start on this rambling mess, I’d just like to quickly recommend taking a look at @jurassiclawliet and @polyphenols‘ headcanons because they are very lovely.

ALRIGHT. LET’S GET STARTED (THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG AND STRANGE AND IT MIGHT GET A BIT WEIRD BUT WE SHALL SEE)

  • I headcanon that L’s mother was French-Russian ballerina and that his father was an English-Japanese businessman on a visit to Moscow.
  • L’s father left his mother and L never learned who the man was until much later in his life, when, after some digging, he discovered that a man around the age his father would have been (about thirty) with matching nationality and vague description, died in passage from Moscow to England in the year that L was born. L digs around a little more and finds a photo of him wearing a pair of glasses which look extremely like a pair that he found, apparently left behind, in his mother’s room when he was a small child. L sometimes wears these glasses when he’s in certain personas because he discovers that wearing them makes his face look quite different - a lot more like his father’s.
  • Little L was born only after his father was gone, and thus has literally no memory or experience of him, other than seeing a sad look flit across his mother’s face when he brings the topic up. Because of this he only feels a sort of second-hand sadness, and more curiosity than resentment.
  • I think L was a very curious child. I can just imagine him, crouching for hours, staring at things with those large grey eyes - eyes that he got from his mother. he looks a lot like his mother, with her large, grey, melancholy eyes; she has a slender, oval-shaped, pale face and a sort of air of tragedy about her which is greatly enhanced when she dances - it is beautiful to watch. 
  • However, L’s black hair is from his father. I headcanon that his hair is actually sort of wavy and glossy, and that he has to straighten it and put lots of product in it to create the sort of dry, crow-feather look that he adopts for his Ryuuzaki persona.
  • I think that L actually  does have a slight hunch which he exaggerates massively for the Ryuuzaki persona. This was acquired because as a child he would always bend over or crouch down to look at things.
  • I think that L was a really thoughtful child. The way he’d phrase things when asked them would be simple and childish, but the complex thinking behind his statements would constantly startle adults.
  • L always struggled with his handwriting, even as a child. Even when there were lines on the page, the writing would slip off them, straggling downwards. The complex Russian characters didn’t help.
  • L totally had one of those little pocket magnifying glasses as a kid. He used to annoy adults and other children by shoving it under their noses with like a ladybird in his hand and he was always really excited and wanted to share his discovery, but everyone constantly told him to put it away.
  • L was very good at remembering patterns and sequences, and replicating them. All of his colouring books were really beautiful and intricate, far beyond the abilities of other children his age.
  • I headcanon that L’s mother took her to visit his grandparents when there was a massacre in the village on the outskirts of Moscow - mafia territory dispute -  and L’s grandmother shoved him into the cupboard under the kitchen sink to protect him.
  • L remained very quiet. He was only found two days afterwards, when the police were doing a final cursory sweep of the area. Quillsh Wammy was in Moscow to pick up another child and for research purposes, and had decided to visit the village in light of the massacre, in case of surviving children, who he could arrange alternative arrangements for if they would not fit in at Wammy’s (I like to believe that Wammy was a lot more compassionate than Roger Ruvie). When they found L, he was stacking dishwasher tablets in the Fibonacci number sequence. He was only six years old at the time.
  • L has always had an extreme talent for Connect Four and Noughts and Crosses. Other kids stopped playing against him once his strategy proved flawless.
  • L’s fondest memory of his mother is her running her fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead, but it is a very faint memory.
  • I like to think that L had a little blue duffle coat with wooden toggles, and a scarf that was too long for him. He tripped over it a lot.
  • He vaguely remembers his mother tying her ballet shoes and doing stretches in front of a mirror.
  • He remembers trying to copy her, and her laughing and kissing his head.
  • I want to name his mother Natalya Lawliet but I’m sure there’s a more solid name for her??
  • L’s mother totally called him little Russian pet names and switched between French, Russian and English. L was fluent in all three growing up, but his Russian and French were best. As he grew older, he cemented his knowledge of English (especially after moving to Wammy’s) and picked up many, many other languages, one of which was obviously Japanese.

I’ll probably think of more but this is it for now. Thank you for the ask, anon.

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Zander looked over at Nora who clearly had an annoyed expression on her face. He decided it was best if he decided to speak first.

“Well that’s unfortunate. May I ask why?”

“He um- something came up.”

“He couldn’t come up with an excuse for his wife?”

Natalya quickly turned her head to Nora utterly shocked at what she asked.


“Excuse me?!”

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I moved Granix to Strawberry Acres and into a new house. Cape Garner was starting to annoy me but also I just don’t have any patience for it anymore.. but tbh it’s not shocking coming from me and how many times I hop around..

anywayssss.. I was planning on relocating the twins there after Uni since they’re already in Bridgewood but w.e… head starttt.

You’re An Idiot, Fred Weasley: A Fic Inspired by A Music Video (Part 1: Get a move on)

I’m not a particularly big fan of the band, but the music video was extremely cute and I couldn’t resist. 

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The first time Fred Weasley asks you out, he receives a peck on the cheek.

“Hey, Y/N!” You hear a very familiar voice call out. You turn around, only to find a tall redhead waving at you. 

“Fred!” You call, and he jogs to get to you. Your best friend nudges you, making faces and catcalling. “Shut up,” you whisper, but it does nothing to lessen her reaction. You had to admit, you did have a small crush on the Weasley. Just a very, very tiny bit. 

Just kidding. 

You liked Fred Weasley so much, you caught yourself writing down his last name with your first, seeing if it would fit. It did.

“He’s going to confess his undying love for you,” your best friend, Natalya, an Italian pure-blood, whispered. 

“I’m going to murder you,” you reply in return. 

“Y/N, hey,” Fred smiled at you. 

“I’m going to leave you lovebirds alone,” Natalya winked. She left before you could throw a book at her. 

Blushing furiously, you look at Fred Weasley whose, funnily, face is darker than yours. 

“Fred, are you sick?” You ask him, putting your hand on his forehead. “You seemed fine just a moment ago. You look hot.” 

With that, Fred blushed even darker, if possible, and someone whose  voice is very much similar to Natalya shouts, “Damn, girl, you move fast.” 

Realizing what she meant, you begin to apologize, “I didn’t mean it in that way. I mean, uh, of course you look attractive. I mean, er, um, ah, I meant that you, ah, looked like you were, ah, um, how should I say this, hot in a temperature kind of way. But, um, you look nice, of course.” 

You and Fred probably look like tomatoes. Merlin, how smooth you are.

“Get a move on, Gred! We don’t have all day,” you hear George shout from the end of the hall, holding some sweets. Natalya laughs. 

“Agreed, George!” Natalya shouts. 

“They’re so annoying,” you tell Fred and he laughs. “Is there something you need?” You ask politely. 

“Why? Are you, uh, busy?”

“No, of course not,” you smile. “I was just wondering.” 

“I just wanted to ask if, uh, you could, um,” Fred mutters and you smile at how cute he is when he’s nervous. You wonder what’s bothering him so much. 

“Merlin’s beard, Gred! Natalya, shall we put the situation into our own hands?” George shouts. 

“Thought you’d never ask, Georgie!” Natalya calls him. She has never called him that before, though the four of you were close. 

“Wha-!” 

“Natalya!”

Within a few minutes, Natalya and George were positioned next to you and Fred.

“Why, hello, Y/N!” Natalya tells George, holding out her hand. George takes it. 

“Hello there, Fred, the much less handsome twin,” replies George in a failed attempt at a girly voice. Fred rolls his eyes. Natalya kisses his hand and George laughs a terrible girl laugh. 

“Every time I look at you, I want to snog you and possibly father your children. Due to my own fault, I haven’t done anything to progress our relationship. Now I shall. Will you go on a date with me?” Natalya says and George grins. 

“Oh, Freddie, I thought you’d never ask. I mean, it’s not like my gestures and undying love for you is obvious or anything. I’d love to go.” George says and winks at you. You laugh, but vow to kill him. 

“You like me?” Fred asks you. 

“You like me?” You ask him, at the exact same time. George and Natalya let out a groan. 

“Both of you are as oblivious as tree bark,” Natalya says. 

“Shall we leave their obliviousness and go eat?” George asks her and she nods her head. They leave together. You and Fred are alone. 

“So, about that date…” Fred says and you smile. 

“I’d love to,” you say and lean forward to kiss his cheek. 

“BUT WAIT!” George and Natalya come running back. George gives Fred a big, sloppy kiss on the cheek before you could. 

“Thanks for finally asking me, Freddie,” George says sweetly and Fred is trying hard to remove his saliva. 

“We shall go and snog now, my love!” Natalya shouts and drags you away from Fred, who’s being dragged by his twin brother. He gives you one final wave before you go. 

You hear a muttered, “you’re an idiot, Fred.” 

Fred Weasley received a kiss, alright, but it wasn’t from you. 
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