this may cheer you up a little

NCT 127 reaction to you hugging them for 5 minutes straight.

Anonymous said:May I request NCT127s reaction to you just going up to them and hugging them for like 5 minutes straight because you’re feeling down and you just need like a really good hug from them? Thank you so much

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Taeyong: He gives you a little cute shove after. You: “Sorry I’m just feeling really down.” Him: “Hey, cheer up.”

Originally posted by jehyoon

Jaehyun: After your done hugging him from feeling down, he makes you nervous, by getting close to you. You swore you thought he was gonna lowkey flirt with you. You back up, your pupils grow large. Him: “What? I was just gonna ask do you feel better now.”

Originally posted by nctech

Taeil: He just continues to do what he’s doing. He doesn’t even budge or even look and see who’s hugging him. He knows it you, so he doesn’t trip.

Originally posted by chokemewinwin

Yuta: He’s smiling too hard. He don’t care if it was 2 minutes or 40 seconds. You still hugged him, making him all squishy and shy inside.

Originally posted by taetohan

Winwin: He started to get real sweaty around the waist from being nervous . You: “Gosh, I don’t know if I caused that or…” Him: *Quick Response* “NO….I went running not to long ago. You: “In the cold….”

Originally posted by nicolexleeee

Johnny: Him: “Do you feel better now?” You: “Yeah, I’m gonna do this more often, I felt so much relief by that.” Him: *Gets all shy and happy*

Originally posted by nctinfo

Doyoung: He thinks this is a sign that you like him, but after your done hugging him, you make sure to tell him the reason why you hugged him for so long and not to think nothing of it.

Originally posted by zeusmayo

Mark: The members won’t stop talking about it. They tease him 24/7 about it, even though he keeps telling them your reason and how he didn’t think nothing of it. But they wonder why he always smile when it’s brought up, they won’t stop teasing till he confesses.

Originally posted by nctmark

Haechan: Him: “Well If I’m feeling down, I’m gonna come to you for comfort.” You: “Sure no problem, we’ll be comfort buddies, I’m here whenever you need me.” *Walks away* Him: *Fake cry* “Comfort buddy, I’m feeling down.”

Originally posted by nakamotens

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Ereri Hate

SO! I have been made aware that recently, my ship’s tag has been spammed with a bunch of immature idiots who have nothing better to do with their lives, therefore will go troll on other people and be assholes for the best of it. 

BUT!! I just think they may be feeling a little under the weather. What do you guys think? ;) 

In this case, why don’t we give them a little something to cheer them up eh? HERE WE GO

Some kissing

Some more kissing

Just a liiiiiiiitle more

Just an EENSY WEENSY MORE 

We can’t forget the cuddles now, can we?

No. No we most certainly cannot. 

How could we?

Aw come on, one more for extra measure.

AND LASTLY, THE MOST IMPORTANT PART. A nice, good, hicky. After all, what’s a relationship without one? :3

Feeling better now? :D

A Place to Call Home

@batmanisbrucewayne1939 requested: I love your stories so much! I would like to request 6, 30, and 36. (You have to, if you want to)

Thank you so much! I’m glad you’re enjoying them and hope you enjoy this one too. Sorry if it’s a little short. I’m positively drowning in school work at the moment with midterms coming up. I’ll try to make the next one longer! Thank you for all the requests I’ve gotten! I’ll continue trying to post one every day. Cheers, May.

Warnings: angst, bad relationship with parents


After graduating from Hogwarts you bought yourself a flat in London. You didn’t have much money so it was small. But is was homely and the sound of your friends’ laughter and chatter when they came to visit made it a happy place.

You lived alone, much to your parents’ dismay. They had begged you to get a roommate after hearing all the terror going on at the moment due to Grindelwald. You had considered it but there just wasn’t space. There was only one bedroom and you weren’t about to sleep on the couch.

One snowy night in December, you were sat on the couch with a mug of tea and quiet music playing from the radio in the corner when there came a frantic knocking on the door. You tensed up, visions of Grindelwald’s followers bursting into the room filling your head. You set down your tea and crept to the door. Glancing through the peephole, you identified the visitor not as an evil wizard but one of your best friends.

“Newt!” You exclaimed pulling the door open and hugging your friend. “What are you doing here?” You and Newt had gone to Hogwarts together and bonded over your love of animals and your shared dislike of ancient runes. You pulled away from Newt and, only then, noticed the expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I need a place to stay,” he said bluntly.

Newt had moved back in with his parents after leaving school. His plan was to spend one year there, organizing the trip he was going on to write his book. After that, he would be traveling and didn’t need a house.

“What do you mean?” You asked, guiding him into your apartment and closing the door behind you. His hands were freezing and you dragged him to the couch next to the roaring fire in the fireplace. “I thought you were at your parents’ house?”

“I can’t stay there anymore.” He shook his head for emphasis and you saw tears welling up in his eyes.

“It’s okay, shhhh,” you murmured soothingly, rubbing his back softly. “Tell me what happened.”

“They got mad,” he whispered faintly. “They were yelling at me because I wasn’t like him.”

“Him?” you prompted as Newt trailed off.

“Like my brother. Like Theseus. He’s an auror and a war hero and then there’s me. What am I doing?”

“Don’t say that,” you ordered. “I’ll tell you what you’re doing. You’re educating people. Your saving the lives of creatures who haven’t even been born yet. I’d say that’s a little more important than being an auror.”

“My parents don’t think so. They called them monsters!” he spat out angrily. “They’re not monsters! They’re not!”

“I know,” you assured him. “I know they’re not monsters. You can stay here if you want,” you added. “It might be a little tight but we can make it work.”

“Really?” The look he gave you melted your insides.

“Of course!” You blushed looking away. “I care about you and I’m not going to let you be homeless.”

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

You pulled him in for a hug. He rested his head on your shoulder and you leaned yours against his. You could feel him playing with a strand of your hair and you smiled. You sat like that for a while, not talking, not moving. Just being in each other’s presence.

“What do I do?” He asked finally.

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brow. “I thought you were staying with me?”

“No-I mean, I am. I meant how do I change? How do I make people like me the way they like Theseus?”

“I’ll tell you what to do. Be you. No one else can.” You gave him a look. “There’s only one Newt Scamander in the world and he better not change! Promise?”  

Newt cracked a smile. “Yeah, I promise.” You nodded in satisfaction.

“Now, there are some guidelines to living with me,” you told him sternly.

“Go on,” he said attentively.

“I pick the music.” You gestured to the radio in the corner and he nodded. “I get the left side of the bed.” He blushed at this and looked away.

“O-okay,” he agreed shakily. “Any more rules?”

“I think that’s it,” you considered. “Deal?”

“Yeah, deal.” You held out your hand and he shook it laughing. “You are something else Y/N, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told.” You grinned cheekily.

autistic-ford  asked:

you're literally such a sweet goodhearted person to just doodle stuff to help people who are stressed out, i hope youre personally feeling okay too <3 <3 (also um... if you dont mind, may i request a little doodle, since you offered?)

of course i don’t mind, friend <3 have a sea ford enjoying a coffee. 

Johnlock in ‘The Final Problem’

I know we didn’t get the cannon Johnlock confirmation that we needed and deserved (*cries*), but we still got plenty of subtext. In case you need cheering up, here are (most of) the Johnlock moments from the episode:

  • John helping Sherlock terrify Mycroft with the crazy clown
  • Sherlock getting really, really defensive when Mycroft asks John to leave:
    • “This is family.” “That’s why he stays!”
    • I think this is when Mycroft realizes just how much John means to Sherlock.
    • John’s little smile when Sherlock says that <3
  • When the patience grenade landed, one of the first things Sherlock thought of was John.
    • “Is a phone call possible? John has a daughter. He may wish to say goodbye.”
  • John just lost his wife and has a baby, and he still leaves everything behind to accompany Sherlock on his mission.
  • When Eurus attacked Sherlock, John heard his screams of agony and it galvanised him into action. He literally fended off two orderlies who were trained to deal with mentally unstable patients.
  • Sherlock didn’t even think about asking John to kill the Governor.
    • Despite the fact that John is a soldier.
  • When Sherlock had to say “I love you” to Molly, you could see the pain on his face and hear it in his voice.
    • Partly because he didn’t mean it and hated breaking her this way.
    • Also because the man he loves is standing right behind him.
    • Also, apparently this scene was edited in at the last minute, because nobody except Moffat and Gatiss liked the scene it replaced. Martin Freeman said something about filming a very emotional scene for this episode; but John didn’t really have any emotional scenes? Was the one before this possibly a Johnlock scene?!
    • Also, BEHOLD JOHN’S ACTUAL EXPRESSION IN THIS SCENE. Can you see the tears shining in his eyes? LOOK CAREFULLY.
  • After Sherlock smashed the coffin and went to pieces, John was right there to comfort him.
    • Even though John had almost gone to pieces himself because of what happened to the Governor.
    • They TOUCHED. HELD HANDS, EVEN IF IT WAS JUST JOHN PULLING SHERLOCK UP.
    • Maybe I’m reading into this, but they held hands for a few moments longer than necessary, and is John…smiling?
  • AND MY FAVOURITE SCENE: When Sherlock had to choose who to kill: John or Mycroft, and Mycroft starts insulting John to get Sherlock riled up. Honestly, I loved Mycroft so much in this episode.
    • Sherlock says, “He’s trying to make it easy for me to kill him.“ It’s obvious that neither Sherlock nor Mycroft even considered killing John. Although Sherlock didn’t end up killing Mycroft, he almost did, whereas the thought of killing John was just…unthinkable. Out of the question.
    • Mycroft knew how much John meant to Sherlock, and he couldn’t watch his brother kill the man he loves. (Throwback to A Study In Pink, when Mycroft shipped Johnlock from Day 1)
  • OHMYGOD, throughout this episode, John and Sherlock have been asking each other “Are you okay?” in the smollest, softest voices.
  • The pure AGONY on Sherlock’s face when he realizes that John’s in danger and he can’t reach him.
  • When Sherlock finds out about Victor, he cries.
    • I don’t think he cries about the murder of a long-forgotten childhood friend.
    • He cries because he realizes that Eurus is going to take John away in the exact same way.
  • He hugs his psychotic sister, even though he must HATE her right now, having learnt the truth about Victor, and knowing what she’s about to do to John.
    • Partly because he feels sorry for her, maybe?
    • Mostly because it brings him one step closer to saving John.
  • “It is what it is.” THIS MOMENT. ICONIC.
    • John remembers the hug, he remembers what Sherlock said to him.
    • He acknowledges the fact that The Hug was a MOMENT.
  • MARY’S CD THO. “PS, I know you two. If I’m gone, I know what you could become.”
    • MARY KNOWS WHAT’S UP.
    • She’s almost directly saying that they’re gay for each other and now that she’s out of the way, THEY NEED TO ACCEPT IT??
    • Look at the meaningful way Sherlock looks at John when she says that <3
  • OHMYGOD. Sherlock’s finally allowed to play with Rosie. THEY’RE GOING TO RAISE HER TOGETHER ASDFGHJKL. Can we put a ring on it now?
  • Honestly, them holding hands when they run out is the only confirmation we would’ve needed.

This episode was such a rollercoaster ride of emotions. I really don’t think that Eurus is just going to stay put now; Sherlock said he would take her home and then went back on his word. Playing duets together doesn’t really mean much. I have a feeling we’ll see more of her in the new season - if there is one :(

I CAN’T WAIT FOR 3 MORE YEARS.

4

“Even though things are tough, let’s cheer up. We all have dreams! Although you may not have one right now, it’s somewhere in your heart.”

There may not be a Christmas in the world of the Foldings but Jasper will do his best to ensure you feel like there is. (Although he may get things a little wrong!)

Thank you all for your incredible support this year, It’s been absolutely amazing! We got our first book out, met so many fabulous people and already have a few more stories and projects lined up for next year! All the preordered & kickstarter books have shipped, so if you’re looking for a little light and cheerful christmas reading, you can now buy copies & PDFs on etsy.

Have a wonderful christmas, and I hope, an even better New Year. See you soon!

Just a bit brighter

Hi dear! May I request a Drabble where Newt and Jacob cheer up a sad no maj? Thanks! (If you’ve already done one lime can, maybe post the link to it in the reply? I need a little cheering up)

I loved writing this, I really hope it helps make you feel a bit better.

Let’s just pretend for the purpose of this imagine, that Jacob wasn’t obliviated and everything is lovely, because that’s what they deserve.
Jacob’s sister has had a rotten week, so Jacob and Newt take it upon themselves to cheer her up.

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Originally posted by mybeautylittlethings

You trudged up the street, the once beautiful white snow now sat as dirty grey slush, clinging to the lower steps of the buildings towering above you. It seeped through your shoes and into your socks, the icy wind nipping at your ears and cheeks. Your face set into a frown, you pulled your coat tighter around your shivering from. All you could think of was one of your brothers warm bear hugs, they never failed to comfort you, no matter how horrid you were feeling, he always managed to make you feel a bit brighter.

You made your way to his bakery, a riot of colour in an otherwise dreary grey street. The sign on the door was flipped to read ‘sorry, we’re closed for now’ along with a list of opening times in handwriting that you recognised as Queenie’s. You wrapped your knuckles on the door, you waited for a few moments, hopping from foot to foot trying to keep warm, before a mop of curly auburn hair popped around the door frame that lead to the bake house. The tall gentleman smiled to you as he hurried to the door to let you in from the cold.

You had met newt a handful of times before, you had given him quite the talking to, when the bite marks on your brothers neck was explained to you. He was perfectly nice, but as childish as it sounded, all you wanted in that moment was your brother and his familiar cuddle.

Once inside the warm bakery, Jacob wandered through to the front of the shop, still wearing his flour covered apron. His brows furrowed with concern at your dejected expression, ‘oh sweets, what’s up?’ he asked as he opened his arms wide for you to fall into. He smelt like pastries and cakes, he radiated warmth and he held on to you so tight that you felt like nothing bad could ever penetrate his arms.

You buried your face into Jacob’s shoulder, so you didn’t see when he gestured to newt to go make a pot of tea.

You jumped slightly surprised when the kettle began squealing on the stove, ‘come on, I’ll get you a donut’ Jacob encouraged you to a seat at one of the little round tables. Newt placed a tray with the full tea pot, milk, sugar and three tea cups and spoons on the table and joined you, while Jacob grabbed a selection of your favourite treats.

“now, what’s up?’ Jacob asked as newt busied himself pouring the tea, looking concerned. You were sick of thinking about it, you just wanted a distraction, you wanted you brother and his friends stories and silly antics.

Sensing your reluctance, Jacob began chattering, sitting himself by your side. He told you about a few odd customers, a new idea that he wanted to try out, that sounded unbelievably delicious and a funny story that Queenie had told him the day before. You had begun to relax, to the familiar sound of his voice, the clouds in your mind beginning to lift.

“could you tell me about you two charging about new York looking for Newt’s creatures? I still haven’t heard the full story’ you asked curiosity clear in your voice. They began the anecdote gladly, explaining animatedly, using the tea and sugar pot along with the milk jug as markers and props, even the tea spoons were brought into tale. Newt would occasionally have to describe or explain a particular creature to you. Your mind clearer than it had been in days, along with a smile that you had missed being on your lips.

Jacob was trying, to no avail, to describe the mating dance that Newt had to do to encourage the erumpent back into the case, ‘you should just show her, it’ll definitely help cheer her up’ he suggested to his friend, a wide smile on his cheeks, as he chuckled at the memory. with a reluctant sigh Newt stood, but rather than beginning the dance he went into the back. “where are you going? I need to see this dance’ you called through to him, ‘I’m just getting my coat, it acts as a sort of tail, it’s very important, they like the swish.’ You were giggling before he had even started, his coat did indeed make it more of a spectacle, it rippled as he moved, finally ending the dance by rolling onto the floor, with both you and Jacob in peals of laughter.

The two men seemed pleased with their accomplishment, both taking a celebratory sweet treat. You chatted happily for at least another hour, about a great many things, but it was getting late and you yawned involuntarily. “do you want to spend the night here sweets?’ Jacob asked as he placed his hand over yours on the table, you smiled sleepily and gave him a small nod.

He began guiding you upstairs, not before you thanked Newt for showing you the dance and helping to cheer you up. You got a slightly embarrassed smile along with a “sleep well’ in return.

Jacob put you into his bed, before placing a kiss on your forehead,  with his soothing scent all around you and his warm blankets embracing you, you drifted off to sleep in no time.

 

Have a great day and be safe

War of Love (Lafayette x Reader) Part 4

Words: 2574

Tags: @unprofessional-inhumanbeing @fandomsinabookshelf @pearltheartist

Warnings: Drunk, nakedness, poorly translated French

A/N: I decided to combine two chapters into one because I felt like 900+ words was too little for a chapter? Idk :P (IGNORE THE BOLD IT’S JUST ME COMMENTING ON MY OWN WRITING)

Part One Part Two Part Three


They all cheered, and threw more and more drinks at you. Soon, your vision was blurred and you could barely stare at any of them straight. You blinked slowly, your eyes widening. Mulligan was resting his face on the table, barely moving. You pushed him, and he shot up, looking around quickly. Hamilton laughed at your antics, and stood up.

“I may not live to see our glory!” He started, staring at all of you. Lafayette, Mulligan, and Laurens joined in on his song.

“I may not live to see our glory!” They said.

“But I will gladly join the fight!” Hamilton yelled, standing on the bench.

“But I will gladly join the fight!”

“And when our children tell our story…” Hamilton’s eyes were glassed over, as if he was actually looking into his future. He looked at Laurens, a sad look appearing on his face. The other three didn’t seem to take notice of this.

“And when our children tell our story…”

“They’ll tell the story of tonight!” He yelled, knocking their cups together. They all looked at you, beckoning you to come over. You walked (more like stumbled) towards them, holding your cup high in the air. Lafayette pulled you close to him, raising his glass at the lads.

“Let’s have another round tonight!” Mulligan announced, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Let’s have another round tonight!” Lafayette repeated, his grip on your neck tightening. You coughed, and he loosened his hold, apologizing to you with his eyes. You smiled.

“Let’s have another round tonight…” Hamilton smiled warmly at his friends, then at you. Laurens wrapped his arm around Hamilton, and raised his glass up high. You all followed his lead, and you looked up at Lafayette. He was smiling at his friends, and looked down at you, beaming. You could tell what he said earlier was true.

They all had the fighting spirit in them, ready to die for this new country that was being formed. You longed for a moment where you would feel as unwavering as them. Hopefully, that chance will come soon.

“Raise a glass to freedom. Something they can never take away! No matter what they tell you…” Laurens smiled at you all softly, “Raise a glass to the five of us!” You took this opportunity to join in.

“Tomorrow there’ll be more us!” You yelled, snorting.

They all laughed, and the drunken song slowly faded away, leaving you all chuckling and giggling with one another. All of you decided that it was time to go back to the tent, or else you’ll be passed out on the floor of this bar. You five stumbled through the roads, singing and poking fun at each other. Lafayette walked next to you, pointing at all the buildings and sights to see. You couldn’t help but feel at peace with these guys around you, and you were happier than you’ve ever been. Once you all made it back, Mulligan hit the sack.

Right when Mulligan hit the bed, he passed out, and no one could wake him. The last four of us sat in the middle, telling stories. As they talked about their friends and family back at home, you looked down. Hamilton caught onto your mood, and questioned you.

“What about you, Wash? Anyone at home waiting for you?” You looked down at your hands, and nodded.

“My friend, Sally. She’s hoping that I come back safe. I can’t help but miss her.” Hamilton smiled, and it seemed sad than anything else. You looked at Lafayette, and it seemed like a strange look crossed his face. But once he noticed you staring at him, his signature grin appeared, and patted you on your shoulder. Laurens hooted, winking at you.

“That’s your woman, huh? No need to be shy about it, Wash!” Hamilton’s nickname seemed to stick, and you were kind of happy about that. It finally felt like you belonged somewhere. You shook your head quickly at them, dismissing his statement.

“Oh no! She’s my best friend, well, the only friend I’ve ever had. I just hope that she’ll be okay while I’m gone.” You thought of Thomas, and shivered. He had to be in France by now. Lafayette touched your arm, and your face warmed.

“Why are you so worried? Is she somewhere unsafe?” Hamilton asked, and you hesitated to answer. Slaves were a hard topic to bring up in any gathering, and you didn’t know how these men felt about them. But as you looked at their anxious faces, you felt a surge of courage.

“Sally is a slave. I promised her that after this war, I will come back for her. No matter what it takes.” Laurens grinned happily, slamming his hand on the table.

“That’s the spirit! None of us will be free until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me. I plan to sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion!” You smiled at Lauren’s aspiration, then looked at the other two men. Hamilton touched Lauren’s shoulder, and nodded at his small announcement. Lafayette gazed at you.

“Wash, I hope that you save Sally from the shackles that she is under. I will priez (pray) for her well-being.” Lafayette put his hand over his heart, and made a silent promise to you. You couldn’t help but tear up at all of their encouragement, and you stood up.

“Thank you. Not many will think the same as I about slaves.” Laurens walked over to you, and patted my arm.

“Then you’ve entered the best platoon around, Wash. But for now, I think we should hit the sack…” He yawned, walked over to the bed next to Hamilton’s and falling down onto it. Hamilton whispered goodnight, and did the same.

Lafayette walked to his bed, the one next to yours, and sighed, leaning back.

“Have a good night, Washington.”

“Goodnight, Lafayette.” You pulled myself under the covers, and closed your eyes.

This wasn’t as bad of an idea as you thought.


You woke up to a body hitting you, and gasped, widening your eyes and your hands turned into fists, ready to attack whomever it was. You blinked, staring into the face of Mulligan. He laughed, pulling you off the mattress.

“Rise and shine, Washington! Time to scrub those teeth and practice shooting.” You groaned, stretching.

“Why did you have to wake me up like that?” You complained, cracking my knuckles. You heard a voice whispering in French, and turned to see Lafayette waking up. He curls were all over the place, pointing in different directions out of his ponytail. He looked at you two, and smiled, saying good morning in French. Even with his clothes and hair disheveled, he was still as handsome as ever.

I wouldn’t mind seeing that face every morning, you thought.

You quickly pushed that image out of your mind. What are you thinking, Y/N? He’s your friend, your fellow comrade. Not some eligible bachelor. Mulligan saw you standing still there, and pulled you along with him. You followed him to the waterhole, your mind filled with Lafayette. There, you saw what you never thought you would see until you was married.

Dozens of naked men swarmed the lake, covered in soap. You cringed, and turned around quickly. You’ve ruined your virtue, your innocent mind is now corrupted. You closed your eyes, silently crying to yourself. Mulligan stared at you strangely, and chuckled.

“I know, it takes some getting used to,” Hell yea it does. “But there’s a pond over there for the shy men, hidden in some foliage. You could use that if you want.” Mulligan began stripping, and you turned away from him. When you looked in the opposite direction, you saw Laurens.

Showing every inch of his body. You blushed quickly, and closed your eyes. You marched to the pond Mulligan was talking about. In the distance you heard Laurens call your name, but you ignored him, not wanting to see him in the nude any longer.

The pond he was talking about was empty, and you quickly took off your clothes, and scrubbed as fast as you could. Taking less than one minute, you washed every part of your body. You heard footsteps approaching, and you pulled your shirt and pants on hurriedly, before the person approached.

“Hey, if you need some soa-” Laurens poked his head in, stopping in mid-sentence. “Oh, you already finished? That was fast.” HELLA FAST, IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF! ;) ;)

“Yea, I didn’t want to waste any time. We need to start practicing as soon as possible.” You gave him a nervous laugh, and it quickly went away once you imagined his bare body again. Hamilton, Mulligan, and Lafayette appeared next to him as you gathered your dirty clothes off the ground. They grew silent as they stared at you, and you looked at them, confused. “Is there anything wrong?” Hamilton coughed, his face getting red.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you looked, well-”

“You look like a girl, Wash,” Mulligan interrupted, staring me down, “I mean, your face is pretty. How old are you?” You looked at them, and they all seemed to think the same thing. Lafayette stared at you, blush appearing on his cheeks as well. You laughed at them anxiously, your dirty clothes wrapped in a ball in your hands.

“I don’t know if I should feel insulted or not. I’m eighteen, almost turning nineteen in few months.”

“I feel like I should cover my eyes and apologize…” Mulligan mumbled, walking away.

He was shaking his head, seeming to question himself. Laurens took your clothes from your hand, and walked to the laundry tent. You looked at Hamilton, and he followed him, not looking your way again. Lafayette was the only one who stayed behind. He straightened up, fixing his hair.

After a couple of seconds, he spoke. “We should go to the training field now. I’ll teach you the basics. The others will come and help in a few.” He led the way, his hands folded behind his back. You watched him walk, and decided to ask him about it.

“Can I ask you something, Laf?” You shorted his name, and he smiled, looking at you.

Oui.”

“Where’s your family from?” He looked confused, gazing at you.

“My father was a colonel and my mother was the fille (daughter) of King Louis XV horse guard. Pourquoi demandez-vous? (Why do you ask?)” You smiled, looking at the men around you.

“You walk like you’re from a royal family. Especially with your hands behind your back. Seems like an interesting walk for a private in the army.” A few men passed by, noticing Lafayette walking next to you. They saluted him, and he nodded, continuing to walk by. You looked back at the fellow soldiers, and then at Lafayette. “Why did they salute you?”

“Because of my position, Washington.” You raised my eyebrow.

“But you’re a private.”

“No, I am a major general in the continental army.” You stared at him, stunned. He was a major general, and he was stuck in a battalion with the four of us privates. You put your hand to your head, and began to salute Lafayette. He took your hand from your forehead, laughing. “No need.”

“But why don’t the boys salute you?” You wouldn’t have even guessed that Lafayette was a general with how the guys treated him. But now that you noticed, he did walk with pride and elegance, reminding you of General Washington. He chuckled.

“Because they are my amis, and it would be strange for them to constantly salute me every time I entered the tent. Vous êtes mon ami aussi, (You’re my friend too) so you don’t have to do it either.” You smiled at the word friend, but a small part of you ached. You don’t know what it was for, and it consistently happened when Lafayette was around. He watched your reaction, glancing ever so often at you. You put ass your effort into a small grin, and let him lead the way.

-

Every day you all practiced, and after, you drank. You didn’t know if it was healthy for all of you to drink so often, and when you questioned Mulligan about it, he shook it off, saying it was all fun. Lafayette and you grew closer, and soon, you two stayed up all night talking about France and Virginia and your lives outside this camp. Hamilton and Laurens complained about the whispering all the time, but you two ignored them. It was getting harder and harder to lie to them, and you knew you needed to tell them the truth soon. But General Washington announced that our platoon was to be sent to Brandywine. All of you were anticipating the battle, and you decided to tell your friends after the battle was finished. As you were getting prepared to leave, Laurens walked over to you, patting you on the shoulder.

“This is your first battle, right?” You nodded, adjusting your weapon holster. The rest were already in their uniforms, ready to fight. You made sure to get one that was loose fitting, to not show your chest. Laurens smiled.

“Don’t worry, all four of us will be right next to you, so if you need any help, just yell out to us.” Laurens shook your hand, then messed up your hair. Hamilton walked over, fixing your hair.

“It’s going to be brutal. Legs and arms torn off, broken necks and people being stabbed. Just make sure you’re not one of them. I need someone to help me button my shirt.” He joked, and you hit him lightly on the arm. You couldn’t help but think of the dead bodies that you will soon see, and shivered.

“James, since this is your first bataille (battle), I’ll stay next to you. Je vous protégerai, ne m'inquiète pas (I will protect you, do not worry).” He touched the top of your head, giving you a warm smile. You nodded.

“Thank you, I’ll make sure to do the same.” Mulligan snorted, laying on his bed. His shoes were on his covers, and you wiggled my nose, looking at the dirty sheets. Your hands hand the urge to run over and clean it, but you ignored the feeling.

“If you covered my ass, then I’ll be dead in less than five minutes.” Lafayette hit him on the arm, hard, and he groaned, rubbing the spot. You rolled your eyes, and was interrupted by a loud horn. All of your friends stood up quickly, grabbing their muskets and running to the field.

You five lined up next to each other, the boys and yourself in the third or fourth row. Lafayette’s promise to stay next to you was true, and he stared ahead, holding his musket tightly. You glanced at the others around you, and saw that they all put on serious faces.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you didn’t shake this time. You told yourself that everything was going to be fine, and that no one was going to die. You knew it was a hopeless statement, but it made me feel better nonetheless. Washington was in the front, on a steed. He raised his gun high, and pointed forward. He gave you all the signal to fire, and you all ran towards the British.

Not So Perky - Damian Wayne

Originally posted by nevolition

A/N: i really liked writing this REQUESTS ARE OPEN, REQUEST SOME HALLOWEEN STUFF

RequestDamian is new in school and reader is a ray of sunshine. Damian hates her because of that. She has it easy and it frustrated him. So one day he catches her crying and learns that she actually has miserable life and then fluff. @themajorindianfangirl

Warning: Fem!reader, cursing

Word count: 951

Your name: submit What is this?


At school you were always the girl to cheer anyone up. You were friends with everyone, you loved everyone, and everyone loved you. If anyone new had come to your school, it was your job to show them around and befriend them. So when you were in your History class and someone entered the doorway holding a slip of paper and looking a little lost, you knew that that was the new student. “How may I help you, young man,” your teacher, Mr. Smith, said as he stopped talking about The Great Depression. “I am Damian, your new student.” ‘Damian’ said confidently. “Alright, you can sit next to-,” Mr. Smith said before you cut him off, “Oh! He can sit next to me Mr. Smith!” you said raising your hand with a smile on your face. “Ok sure, go sit next to y/n” Mr. Smith said as he gestured his hands towards your desk and Damian made his way to you. “Hi, I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” you said extending your hand out for a handshake. “Damian.” he said with a straight face and then turned around to look for a pencil. “Damn it.” he said frustrated. “No pencil?” you asked Damian holding a pencil towards him. “Thanks.” he said as he took the pencil.

After school you went outside to the front of the school to talk to your friends when your phone rang. It was your mom. “Hey mom,” you said placing your phone on your ear. “Hey sweetie, i’m going on a business trip for 2 months, so you’re gonna have to stay with your dad.” she said over the line. “What?!!!” No, Mom he hates me!” You yelled, “Oh come on y/n, he never hit you with a bear bottle, you just made that up because your an attention whore.” your mom sneered. “Are you fucking kidding me! You know what no, i’m not going home,” you say as you hang up. You never got along with your parents, they were abusive. You sat down on the curb and hugged and started thinking about how it all happened. You were only 3 years old when your dad started drinking and doing drugs, not long after your mom had done the same. And when you were 4 you received your first slap on the face by your dad. You didn’t notice you were crying until a tear dropped onto the back of your hand. A short while later, you felt a presence sit next to you. “Are you ok?” Damian asked. “Does it look like i’m ok.” you sniffed. “What happened? I thought you were the girl that never took off her smile.” Damian said. “My parents are alcoholics and the take drugs, my mom is leaving for a business trip so i have to stay with my abusive father, but i told her that i’m not going home, and so i have nowhere to go now.” you can’t believe you’re telling him this, him out of all people. You haven’t even told your closest friends that. “I’m sorry to hear that, but you can stay with my family” Damian looked at you sympathetically. “Really? But you just met me.” You say, unsure to trust him. “Well i’m not letting you stay with your abusive father.” He reasoned. He did have a point, you don’t want to be anywhere near that asshole. “Alight, but only if you’re absolutely sure.” You say cautiously. Damian got up from sitting next to you and outstretched his hand for you to take. “I am 100% sure.” Damian replied as a limousine pulled up. An old man came out of the driver’s seat and opened the back door. “It’s nice to know you have found a companion, Master Damian.” Damian gestured you to go first as he said. “She is staying with us for a while, Pennyworth.” “Oh goodie.” the man replied sarcastically as he closed the door and went back to the front seat.

Once you had reached the Manor, Alfred went inside the house with you and Damian following. “Alright Miss y/n let me show you to your room.” you were about to tell him that he doesn’t need to call you miss but Damian just said “Hes gonna call you that no matter what, just let it go.” After he showed you to your room, you got settled down and washed your face when you heard a knock on your new door. “Come in” you replied to the knock. “Hello, I’m Bruce Wayne. Damian tells me you’re having troubles with your parents.” Bruce says as he takes a seat next to you on your bed. “Um ya i guess, they’ve been abusive since i was 3, maybe 4 years old.” Bruce nodded, “Well i’ll handle that, thank you for telling me.” he got up and left, closing the door behind him. Not long after another knock was at your door. “Come in.” you said yet again. This time it was Damian. “Hey” he said sitting next to you. “Hey, thanks, again, for letting me stay here,” you thanked him. “It’s no problem, i wouldn’t want you getting even more hurt, besides, i know how you feel, my mother never really showed affection towards me.” He said as a sad smile appeared on his face. “I guess we can both help each other out” This time he smiled, and it was a real one, you could have sworn you were going to melt. As the hours passed by you and Damian had chatted about everything and anything, and soon you were both asleep holding onto each other as if you were going to lose one another.

ways to cheer yourself up number eleven

lie on your back under a christmas tree and stare up through the branches

its especially pretty when the lights are on plus if you do it right you get some nice comfy chill out time and youre also concealed from any relatives you need to avoid

it may also be a good idea to build yourself a little barricade out of presents

I’m watching some animated films I recorded to help cheer myself up. Still feeling a little down, though.

If there’s anything you wish to show me which you think I may like it may be relevant to certain interests of mine, I’d be happy if you all shared them with me.

A day of deep pouring rains and moments of clear sunshine…. 
Rustling winds and stirring inspirations. 


Got a new batch of jewelry done today <3 
Going to weave some cedar wreaths for the shop tonight : ) 
Took myself on Little walks between the down pours, had warm snuggles by the fire and loud accordion playing to the howling winds! 
Feeling the muses dance today <3 

Still picking up the pieces to our disheveled home, but for the first time today…. i can not only see the light at the end of the tunnel… i can feel it. 

Cant wait to have a home again!
So cheers to everyone, may we conquer and overcome the obstacles within our own paths… and may we learn from them.

Afternoon coffee cheers to you all.
 
Xoxox

Surprises

Hercules Mulligan x Reader 

Note: Okay so I’m in a little bit of a funk and I’ve been trying to write fics to answer these requests and it’s just not happening in this mood of mine so I wrote this for myself to cheer myself up a little (yeah I know I’m lame) so I can work on these requests. I’m so sorry for keeping people waiting!

Prompt: 231. “May I have this dance?” 

AU: Modern

Word Count: 493

Originally posted by englandsdreaming

You hold your arms out in front of you to feel where you could possibly be. When your boyfriend Hercules first said, he had a surprise for you weren’t expecting this.

One of his large hands easily covers both of your eyes so you can’t get a peek at what’s happening while the other rests on your shoulder, directing you along so you don’t run into anything.

He takes his hand off your shoulder to push open a door and when you feel the rush of cool air hit you, you realize he’s brought you up to the roof of your apartment building.

“Herc why are we on the roof?” you ask him as he moves you further from the door.

“Shh, just wait, would you? Can I trust you to keep your eyes closed while I set up the last thing?” he asks you and you shake your head.

“Probably not” you answer truthfully and you feel his body shaking with laughter from behind you.

“I didn’t think so. Okay two steps to the left and then squat down with me” he tells you.

Both of you follow his instructions and he reaches over to turn on the small stereo he’d brought up earlier. Soft violin music fills your ears as he eases you to your feet again and finally moves his hand from your eyes.

What you see is nothing you ever expected from him. He’s hung fairy lights so they hang like a net above the both of you, a bunch of blankets and cushions are set up by the edge of the roof and a picnic blanket and basket are set up in the center.

“May I have this dance?” he asks with a smile holding his hand out to you. You grin up at him, shaking your head slightly as you take his hand.

He pulls you close to him, his other hand coming to sit on your waist and starts moving the two of you all around the roof in time to the music.

“What is all this for?” he presses a kiss to your forehead before you rest your cheek against his chest.

“You seemed down the other day, figured this would help you” he admits. You press a kiss to his chest and feel tears prickling behind your eyes.

“I love you Hercules” you whisper to him.

“I love you too Y/N. Come on, I don’t want the food to get cold” he says, pulling away from you and leading you to the picnic blanket.

As he unpacks the picnic basket you notice that he has cooked all your favorite foods, from your favorite meal to your favorite desert.

You look up at him and can’t help but think about how damn lucky you got with him. You can feel the giant goofy grin on your face but you don’t even care because in this moment you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

2

A little while ago, @mormoc wasn’t feeling her best, so I thought I’d give her a little gift to cheer her up! Especially since I’ve been absolutely LOVING all the art she’s been posting!!! Here you go May! Hope you feel better darling!!! Love you!!!

nice things about the signs :)

Aries: picks up on those little things and always makes people laugh
Taurus: loyal af
Gemini: may seem cold but actually cares
Cancer: always smiling which is v contagious
Leo: best hugger EVER
Virgo: knows how to cheer people up and v adorable
Libra: super good looking even tho he/she doesn’t know it
Scorpio: will listen to you if you need to vent
Sagittarius: loves to make people happy
Capricorn: will stand up for you and help you out of bad situations
Aquarius: most beautiful smile in history
Pisces: best giggle of all time

ze-fandoms  asked:

ZeRoyalChaos and Brohm~! (also the question things 4, 14, 20 and 43 :3 cause I like questions, I like asking them and receiving them so xD)

yEs my dood thank :^ This may take a while to do but I’m glad to do it! :D

Alright first up, ships: ZeRoyalChaos

notp / not really / meh / I could / sometimes / maker, yes / my otp babbies

  • Who is the most affectionate? - Ok, Chilled will try and cheer Ze up and just cuddle with him at any time
  • Big spoon/Little spoon? - Ze: Little spoon / Chilled: Big spoon
  • Most common argument? - I feel like they like never argue?? If they did, it would be over little things like “Did you take my laptop??”
  • Favorite non-sexual activity? - Hanging out and playing video games/cuddling 
  • Who is most likely to carry the other? - Chilled would randomly walk over to Ze and pick him up like “it’s not big deal,,, we do this all the time” 
  • Nicknames? - Chilly Willy & Zeeby
  • Who worries the most? - Chilled always worrying about Ze… but normally Ze does all the worrying
  • Who tops? - *Queue Chilled looking over with a smile*
  • Who initiates kisses? - They both do tbh
  • Who wakes up first? - Strangely, Chilled does, but that’s just to make his little Ze breakfast
  • Who says I love you first? - Ze mainly

Now: Brohm

notp / not really / meh / I could / sometimes / maker, yes / my otp babbies

  • Who is the most affectionate? - Bry mainly (Ohm will too if they’re alone)
  • Big spoon/Little spoon? - Bry: Big spoon (he’s v tall what to you expect) / Ohm: Little spoon
  • Most common argument? - “Why have you been at work all day?”
  • Favorite non-sexual activity? - Cooking/One of them messing the other up while cooking
  • Who is most likely to carry the other? - Bry will carry Ohm whenever he asks
  • Nicknames? - Brycie & Ohmie
  • Who worries the most? - Ohm 100%
  • Who tops? - I feel like they both do tbh 
  • Who initiates kisses? - Bry would
  • Who wakes up first? - Bry always seems to have this routine
  • Who says I love you first? - Ohm says it mainly to get Bry flustered (he likes making him flustered)

And the questions!

4. What is your favorite word? - Uhhh either boi or ayyy

14. What is your current desktop picture? - Look at my tumblr header :^

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) - Uhh…my eyes?

43. Do you have any scars? - Yep! From when my cat accidentally scratched me on the leg. (And when I tried to shave my legs and failed a little… dw it’s not bad) Oh yea when I burned my arm trying to get a pizza out of an oven lmao

Imagine Ben Solo:

So I’m an emotional wreck after that Civil War trailer and to cheer myself up I made up some Smuggler!Ben Solo headcanons.

So Imagine Ben Solo:

  • Imagine little Ben Solo growing up without a lick of Force sensitivity, without Snoke fucking around in his head and grooming him from a young age.
  • Imagine Ben going with Leia to all of the New Republic meetings, meeting new people and growing up in the aftermath of the great Civil War. Coming of age with the New Republic and knowing that his parents had an active role in creating the new government. And while there’s a lot of pressure on his shoulders (Leia Organa does cast a pretty big shadow) there aren’t nearly as many people looking at him and wondering if he’s going to turn into Vader. The diplomats are polite to his face, to his parents face, but as he gets older he begins to notice the side glances.
  • Imagine Ben Solo starting to hear the whispers, the princess of Alderaan marrying a Corellian smuggler? A man who didn’t understand any of the finer points of running a government, who stuck out like a sore thumb at all of the meetings and parties. Did you see what that smuggler wore? He didn’t even know which fork to use, how embarrassing!
  • Ben getting so angry, moved to tears because how dare they say those things about his father?
  • Han being a good dad, finding his son and comforting him. Han explaining that he didn’t give a bantha’s ass what anyone thought about him because he had his family, and he loved them and that was enough.
  • But it does bother Han a little bit, that his son is only being exposed to the political side of the New Republic.
  • Han deciding that it’s time to introduce Ben to his people; the working class, the somewhat less reputable sort who don’t know which fabrics to pair with which jewels, but they do know how to patch a fuel line with a glob of sealant and a piece of nerf-hide.
  • Ben Solo going on runs with his dad and uncle Chewie, learning how to avoid checkpoints and hide cargo and— Remember, Ben, mom doesn’t find out about this or we’re all in trouble.
  • Ben getting a better appreciation and understanding of compassion and sentient beings and all living beings because he meets all different kinds of people from all different kinds of life.
  • Teenage Ben Solo already fluent in several languages from spending time among the Senate and learning at the Academy with his mother and Uncle Luke.
  • Teenage Ben Solo more confident and worldly than most because he’s been all over the galaxy with his father, and is already on his way to becoming one of the best shots with a blaster.  
  • Teenage Ben Solo being able to process his emotions and deal with conflict in a healthy way, because he’s seen how diplomacy and talking can work to diffuse situations but he also knows when his words aren’t getting through, and it’s time to start throwing punches.
  • Han Solo, you will not take our son into a gambling den!
  • No, of course not, not unless you think he’s ready?
  • (Nobody thinks he’s ready)
  • Leia hoping that her son will become a Senator, will try and be an active part of the government she helped create.
  • Ben deciding that he doesn’t want anything to do with the two-faced politicians, that he would rather take after his father.
  • Ben joining Han and Chewie as they looked for the Millennium Falcon, growing up on stories of his dad’s exploits in that ship. Ben making his own stories both on his own and with his dad.
  • Ben Solo getting into all sorts of crazy situations, some that he can talk his way out of and others… not so much. Leia hearing about these insane exploits and being livid with her son for risking his life and being so reckless, but privately thrilled with the fact that he’s so much like his father and proud at how resourceful he is.
  • Han and Ben having a really close, loving and snarky relationship.
  • Ben Solo being able to fix almost anything, learning to weld from Uncle Chewie, learning to fly and outrun First Order tie-fighters because did you know his dad made the Kessel Run in only 12 parsecs? And once hid from the Empire with a broken hyperdrive by disguising himself on the back of a Star Destroyer?
  • Leia being worried sick about her son, but knowing that ultimately he was safer learning to handle himself with Han and Chewie than he would be if he’d grown up sheltered among the Republic. Leia being secretly very glad that Ben decided he didn’t want to be a Senator, because the First Order—and Snoke—would try and kidnap her son as leverage.
  • When the Resistance is finally formed, Han arguing that they needed to go back and help.
  • Ben not wanting to, because he wasn’t a soldier, he didn’t want to fight in this war, and hadn’t it already caused their family enough heartache?
  • Ben Solo realizing when the Hosnian system was destroyed that there was no outrunning this fight, that he needed to do something, and he couldn’t leave his mother to fight this battle alone.
  • Imagine Ben Solo not being groomed from childhood to be an emotionally stunted tool for Snoke, growing up happy and surrounded by the love of his parents and family and making friends as he grows and makes a name for himself.
  • Just imagine that Han Solo was a good father to his son, and they love each other and have a wonderful relationship and nobody dies and everyone is happy.