you guys are putting me to shame

salvador sobral: *tries to pass an important message about helping refugees but isn’t allowed to bc it’s too political*

salvador sobral: *thanks his sister and the composer luis figueiredo for making the song, giving them all the credit*

salvador sobral: *can’t get excited during the voting bc of his heart condition but when his sister is singing on stage he flails adorably at her performance*

salvador sobral: *during the press conference always refers to THE SONG WINNING - NOT HIMSELF bc that’s it’s the song that really matters*

salvador sobral: *doesn’t consider himself a national hero, he just wants to sing and live a peaceful life, he just hopes the song can make a change*

salvador sobral: *makes a slightly bad worded speech directing at ALL POP MUSIC, and NOT just for Eurovision competitors*

amar pelo dois: *a song with no specified gender, no specified sexuality, just the simplicity and strength of emotions conveyed in song can be applied to almost anyone over the world if you empathize with it, uniting people with a language that not the majority of the world knows about*

tumblr salty people: dude this guy is an arrogant shit saying he’s better than everyone what does he know about eurovision it’s supposed to be glamorous and full of glitter how straight is this guy with his incestuous boring duet ballad that puts anyone to sleep

me: ……….

These New Jedi Don’t Know Anything

Force Ghost Anakin: [sprawled out across Obi-Wan’s lap, half asleep, watching a blaringly-loud soap opera] Oh man, those two are so hooking up this week.
Force Ghost Obi-Wan: [sitting on Luke’s sofa, petting Anakin’s hair, wearing reading glasses and not looking up from reading a book called Betrayal: True Stories of Fallen Apprentices] Uh huh. 
Force Ghost Yoda: [floating on a nearby throw pillow, knitting] Liked the second season better, I did. 
Anakin: Yeah, it’s kind of jumped the shark, but I still have to see what happens with my OTP. 
Luke: [meditating, cracking one eye open] Guys, can you keep it down? I’m trying to commune with the Force. 
Anakin: We are the Force. 
Luke: No, dad, I mean the – [stops, looks around] 
[everyone snaps to attention] 
Obi-Wan: [removing his glasses] What was that?
Luke: [closing his eyes again] I…I think someone’s coming. A girl! 
Yoda: A new Jedi, you think?
Luke: Yeah…whoever it is, they definitely have the Force with them. 
Anakin: Well…go out there! Introduce yourself!
Luke: Should I…should I do something?
Obi-Wan: Are there any cliffs with good lighting you could stand on?
Anakin: [peering out the window] What’s the wind situation like out there?
Yoda: A robe, he needs, for drama. 
Obi-Wan: [putting one on Luke] Yes, it would never do to go out there without one…
Anakin: So what’s your plan, son?
Luke: Uh…say “hello, my name is Luke”?
[Anakin, Obi-Wan and Yoda look at each other uneasily] 
Obi-Wan: [dismayed] …”hello, my name is Luke”?
Luke: Well, I should greet her, right? I mean, what are you guys suggesting? I just put a hooded cape on and stand outside silently in the wind like a weirdo? And then, what? Dramatically un-hood myself while my hair blows around while remaining totally wordless? Heh…that…that would be…
[The Force Ghosts side-eye him]
Luke: O-OK, you guys know best. [puts his hood on] Well, wish me luck. [he goes outside to meet Rey] 
Obi-Wan: [annoyed] You see what happens when I’m not allowed to train someone until they’re an adult? Those are basic Jedi presentation skills! 
Yoda: A shame, it is. 
Anakin: [nodding solemnly] Really. I love the kid, but that is disappointing. 

What the Hell is a Stiles?

Sterek, T, 2K, Blind Date AU


Saw the prompt from this post that someone reblogged. (Take a look at the list, there are so many good ideas!)

Our mutual friend set us up on a blind date and I thought I’d hate it but you’re actually… kind of funny? But because I expected to hate it in no way am I going to let you change my mind just because you’re gorgeous and funny and intelligent oh no my friend is not winning this


“No,” Derek says easily, without even looking up from his book. Erica groans and flops into the chair opposite him, nearly upsetting his mug of hot chocolate.

“Seriously?” she says, bracing both elbows on the table and leaning toward him. “At least hear me out.”

“Nope.”

“He’s cute, Der! I think you’d really like him.”

“Absolutely not. You have a terrible track record with set-ups.”

Erica has the decency to wince, at least, and drop her gaze from Derek’s. “But you’re a catch, Der, and you deserve someone who can make you happy. And since you don’t want to date me—”

“You don’t want to date me, either,” he reminds her, but she just rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. But seriously. You’re great.”

“I thought I was grumpy and terrible with people?” he asks, parroting her words from after the last failed date, and she huffs.

“Please?” she wheedles, poking her lower lips out a bit. “For me. If it goes badly, I’ll never try to set you up again.”

Derek sighs. Fuck.

His facial expressions must be more transparent than he thinks because Erica’s eyes light up. “Oh my god, you’re gonna say yes.”

Derek scowls at her. “Just coffee,” he says firmly. At least that way, he can get it in a to-go cup and make a neat escape after five minutes if he needs to. “No dinner, no movie, no activities.”

“Fine,” she says quickly, digging in her jeans pocket for her phone. “You got it.”

“This is not gonna end well,” he warns her, but she just waves her hand without looking up from her phone.

“Have some faith, Der,” she says, patting him on the hand absently while she pushes her chair back and stands up. “I can’t wait to tell Stiles.”

Derek blinks, watching Erica walk away. 

“Wait, what the hell is a Stiles?” he calls after her.

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Language of Flowers

*click through to read it on ao3

written by: S | @kinetic-elaboration

prompt: ‘Flower shop AU Prompt: Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says ‘How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?’ for @treehousesandpoohbears

word count: 1783

Bellamy Blake, small town florist, is used to sharing in the big moments of his customers’ lives. He’s seen them through everything from first date jitters to the stages of grief. But this–Clarke Griffin storming into his shop, furious, asking for a hate bouquet–is still something of a surprise.


Two weeks ago, at the Bi-Monthly Downtown Arkadia Small Business Association meeting, Luna, from the nature store on the corner, looked at him very seriously, took his hands in hers, and told him that he had been a warrior in another life. “A brave warrior-king,” she said. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe in another life.  

In this life, Bellamy’s just a guy who knows a ton about flowers. 

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Because he knows flowers, and because Arkadia is the sort of small hamlet where people greet each other by name on the street, Bellamy also knows everyone’s business. He knows about every engagement, wedding, baby shower, and funeral. He knows which high school kids are going to prom together. He keeps records on his more forgetful customers’ anniversaries. And when someone screws up and actually feels bad about it, Bellamy knows about that, too, because nothing says I’m sorry like a purple hyacinth bouquet. 

The people who come into his little shop are sometimes ecstatic, sometimes despondent, often nervous. They’re not usually angry, though. Even less often are they absolutely furious. So when Clarke Griffin stomps in, shoving the door open so roughly that even the friendly tinkle of the welcome bell sounds agitated, slams a twenty down on the countertop, and asks, “How I do passively-aggressively say fuck you in flower?” it’s a bit of a surprise. 

He stares at her for a long moment, and pauses in arranging the daisies in Harper McIntyre’s get-well-soon bouquet. “It sounds to me like you want to aggressively say 'fuck you’ in flower." 

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Tl;Dr at the bottom.

So earlier today this guy tried to short-change me. Which is, if you don’t know, means it will put my till under amount of bills I’m suppose to have.

Now I am a little bit ditzy but I’m also a hard worker and can remember a lot of stuff. So I see that I gave him his $16 in change back, the usual stuff. Well he says I didn’t give him his $10 and showed me his money.
Now the way I do money, I don’t know if everyone does this or its just me, I put the receipt down then the biggest to smallest bills. So receipt, 10, 5, 1. Well I have never in my life ever put a $1 underneath a $5.

So this guy shows me his hand of cash with a $1, $5, then another $1. I just smile at him and say, “I remember giving you a $10 and I saw you pull that $1 out of your pocket and stick the $10 inside. Have a nice day.”
I then stared at him with a big Retail™ smile until I shame him into leaving. Then I hear him grumbling about how it was unfair that I didn’t give more change.

Tl;dr so a guy tried to short-change my till and I knew he was lying, so I shame him into leaving by smiling.

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I don’t go into the reasons why I’ve put on weight in the video, but it’s a combination of having been on the birth control pill, my metabolism slowing down, not exercising frequently, anti-depressants that cause weight gain, and many other factors I’m sure. I eat decently healthy, but even if I didn’t that’s not really anyone else’s business but my own and faux concern over people’s health is often a thinly veiled excuse to body shame people. I’m going to be moderating the comments so please remain civil. Any body shaming will not be tolerated and removed. Let me know if you guys deal with similar issues and what you do to cope with it! Also, any suggestions for future unscripted chats are much appreciated :)

Helpless

 A/N: alrighty here we go. This is the first fic where I feel like the warnings were rally nescessary. I didn’t really proof read this so I hope its alright.It really sucks because I broke my flashdrive again (becuase I have the worst luck). Please send in some asks, suggestions, messages and comments.

Title: Helpless

Rating: Mature (because I am not sure)

Pairings: Thomas Jefferson x reader, reader x abusive!boyfriend

Warnings: violence, abuse, abusive relationship, sad topics, a bit depressing, cheating (if you like squint)

Wordcount: 1935

@mehrmonga


*Jefferson’s POV*

How often do you feel absolutely helpless? I don’t mean like ‘Oh I don’t know what to do?’, I mean like completely trembling and all your emotions and mixing together so much so that you have no idea how to react, feel, or think.

That’s how I felt when I looked at Y/N and noticed she had a black eye and split lip. She looked like she had been crying when she walked into the coffee shop. When she sat down she gave me a slight smile and began rambling about how clumsy she was. I knew it was a lie. I didn’t care about her fake story. I immediately cut her off by standing up.

“Stop Y/N, just stop. Please, sweet heart,” I told her as I grabbed her hand and pulled her out into the street to hail a cab. I looked at her and noticed the tears springing to her eyes again and I sighed. I yanked her hand and pulled her into my arms. She tensed and gripped my magenta jacket before openly sobbing into my arms. I felt my own tears spring into my eyes but held back remembering that this wasn’t about how I felt. The cab pulled up to the side of the street and I gently guided her into the back seat. I followed in immediately before wrapping my arms around her again as I told the guy my address.


*Y/N’s POV*

It was really warm in the cab and safe in Thomas’s arms as I felt us begin to move. I knew he was upset by the way his arms with taught around me in a secure embrace. Ryan had yelled at me again last night and I tried to avoid the confrontation as much as possible. But when Ryan wanted to fight there was no way to could get out of it. The tears finally stop streaming down my face and let my grip on Thomas’s jacket loosen. I turned my head to the side and rested gently on his chest as I focused on taking deep breathes. I looked out the front window and smiled as I watched the tall buildings blur past. I loved New York City, it was really busy and frantic just like myself. I frowned as I couldn’t help but notice the cloudy and windy weather matched my mood.

“I hope it rains,” I heard Thomas say next to me.

“Why? Isn’t it a bit depressing when the weather is like this?,” I question my face twisting into a scowl as I gripped his jacket again and wiggle into his side pushing my face back into his chest. I felt his hand gently move and rest on the small of my back while the other arm stayed up around my shoulders.

“Water is life. Therefore, rain kind of symbolizes new birth doesn’t it? Not to mention I love thunder. I know a lot of people hate it or are scared of it but the sound is so ethereal.” He said and I glanced up to notice his eyes staring out the window. The cloudy weather didn’t allow a lot of light through but the soft almost gray light seemed to outline his profile and make his look a lot older. He turned and looked down at me. He gently took his hand from the small of my back and brought it to my cheek. I felt his thumb gently stroke where the bruise rested right under my eye. “You put ice on it last night right darling?” he asked with concern shining in his eyes and his southern drawl coming out in full force. I gently nodded and looked down with shame etched on my features. I hated worrying him.

“We’re here.” The guy said from the front. Thomas temporarily unwrapped his arms and leaned forward, pulling out his wallet before handing over the fare. He opened the door and stepped out, making sure to grab my hand and pull with slightly more force than necessary. He was always demanding. I shook as the forceful wind made me stumble slightly and shiver. Thomas look back and frowned before stepping forward and wrapping his arms around me, blocking the wind and ushering me into the apartment complex. He got to his door and still refused to let me go and opened the door one handed. Once in the apartment he ordered me to the coach and began walking to the different rooms and collecting items with purpose.

I took the time to look around the apartment. I had been here multiple times, almost as much as my own house actually. I recalled walking in here the first time and being amazed at how warm and comfy it was. I had met him at his job where he worked as a consultant for a major political firm in the city. I had been asked to make a flower delivery for my part time job. I had strolled in with the cart of flowers and began setting them out as instructed when a man, namely Thomas, had asked if you needed any help considering his next conference didn’t start for another hour. I smiled and agreed. He began talking as her worked having no problem starting and maintaining a conversation with me. Anyone else in that position might have found him pushy but I just found him funny and confident. We had agreed to meet each other for coffee after that. I had developed a great friendship with him when he started inviting me over to hang out. I had developed a high opinion of him. I expected flat sofas and modern décor with monochrome for his apartment style but I was dead wrong.

I looked around the room as I threaded my hand into the red fur pillows that were on the plush black leather coach and looked to my feet and the plush purple carpet beneath them. Almost the entire apartment was paneled in a wood and Thomas has made sure that the mantel on which the TV sat was a cobble stone. It was extremely warm and homely with pictures of Thomas’s family and friends in Virginia hanging in the wall. I had asked him about his styling choices and he had responded with the fact that he wanted it to feel like home. I leaned back into the coach letting out a little huff as my back hit the coach. I looked over the lamp on the table and smiled. I had knocked over the previous lamp one time while dancing with Thomas and he had replaced it with a loud orange skinny lamp and purple lamp shade. It was so ugly but Thomas had fawned over the lamp and told me very sternly that if I broke it he would never allow me back in his apartment.

“Go change in the bathroom. I want you to be comfortable darling.” I heard Thomas say sternly. I was snapped out of my revere and there was Thomas standing in front of me and holding out a pair of his boxers and a sweat shirt. He shook the clothes in front of me when I didn’t move. I finally grabbed them and walked into the bathroom to change. I wasn’t sure about taking off my turtle neck. I shook as I pulled it over my head and looked into the mirror only to gasp when I noticed the ring of bruises from Ryan’s hands around my neck had darkened in color. I had been so panicked at the time it didn’t even hurt. I trailed my hands down my sides and let out a sigh. Thomas would see them and get upset. I felt better here though. I felt safer. Last night after Ryan screamed and hit in his drunken state he had locked the bedroom door and I just continued to cower in the corner and eventually got up to get ice and nurse my wounds. I hadn’t even changed my clothes this morning because Ryan was still locked in the bedroom. Tears sprung to my eye but I quickly got control of them and finished changing before summoning the courage to walk out into the family room again.

“MY GOD.” Thomas shouted and I looked up from my feet and flinched at his shocked expression.


*Thomas’s POV*

“MY GOD.” I shouted in shocked at the sight before me. Y/N had changed from her turtle neck and dark bruises surrounded her throat. I notice her flinch and immediately tried to restrain the anger that was surfacing. I would fucking kill her boyfriend. When I found out she had a boyfriend before I met her I had stopped making advances despite my feelings. I remember thinking that he must have been one hell of a man because he had the best girl in New York City. Now I knew that she deserved so much better. She deserved not to be hurt like this. I motioned for her to sit down next to me. She quietly walked over and sat up straight. It broke my heart to see her this tense around me.

“Your staying here.” I said with a neutral voice trying not to get emotional and show that I was serious. Her head snapped up and her eyes met mine.

“What?” she questioned slightly shaking.

“I am not letting you go back and be hurt by him. You’re moving in to the guest room and you’re going to be happy because so help me god if I ever have to see you like this again I might commit murder.” I said my voice straining towards the end. Her eyes widened but soon they watered and her lip quivered as she shook her head in acceptance. I immediately turned to jelly from the immense relief overcoming me and grabbed her arm to pull her to me. I laid back and she came with me having her head rest on my chest.

“Only because I love you.” She whispered as I reached for the remote. I tensed for a split second before looking over at her with wide eyes. She seemed nervous but too exhausted to care as she gave me a sheepish smile and looked at me with her eyes lazily half lidded. I immediately acted on instinct and grabbed her arm hoisting her up slightly higher and firmly pressed my lips against hers. She responded and threaded her hands into my hair. We pulled back with a huff and stared at each other minute before I push her head into the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I cradled her with a arm around her waist and the other hand stroking her hair. I took a deep breath.

“Rest darling. I love you too but you are exhausted and you are going to have a hard day tomorrow too with getting your stuff and telling him.” I felt her shake and immediately gripped her tighter. “But I will be there with you baby I promise nothing will hurt you alright?” She relaxed back into my arm and gave a tiny nod into my neck.

“I won’t need to be scared if you’re there.” I heard her whisper, almost to herself. I felt a small amount of pride fill me at her words.

“I am going to put on a movie and cook some food later alright?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“It doesn’t just sound perfect. I intend to make sure it is perfect darling.”

She glanced at me with a smile on her face and I no longer felt helpless.

Drabble - Alec Lightwood

REQUEST: 2. “The way you flirt is just shameful.”

Requested by: @fangirldreamsandstuff

Y/N was on her bed, watching a movie with her childhood friend Alec Lightwood. She was thinking about how she could change their relationship. To be something more than just friends.

“Hey, Alec? There is a guy I like.. Can I try my flirting skills with you?”, she asked and smirked.

“Oh god.. okay.”, he sighs.

“Are you parents terrorists? Cause you’re the bomb!”

Alec rolled his eyes. “Really. Y/N. Really?”

“Are you a thief? Cause you stole my heart!”

“Stop it.”

“I lost my teddy bear, will you sleep with me instead?”

Alec groaned but still laughed hard. “The way you flirt is just shameful.”

“Are you real? .. Cause I love you.”

But this time. It wasn’t a bad Pick-Up Line. This time she meant it. And Alec did notice it. He put the laptop to the side and just looked at her.

“That wasn’t a part of your flirting skills.. am I right?”, he asked her carefully.

She took his hand and moved closer to him. “Look.. I really didn’t want you to find out this way. But it’s true. You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know, alright?”

Alec was silent. Too silent. His hands were by his side and he looked like he’s deep in his thoughts. Who know what he’s thinking about? Maybe he’s analyzing the pros and cons of dating Y/N.

He looked up and then looked straight in her eyes. “.. Is your name Google? Cause you’re everything I’m searching for.”

Y/N looked at him, confused. Then she bursted out laughing. Both of them just laughed. “How can you say something like that in a situation like this?!”, she was still laughing.

“I love you too.”, he then said. “I really do.”

She smiled at him and moved closer to him. She put her hands on both sides of his cheeks. Her forehead was pressed against his. Alec’s hands moved to her hips and pulled her even closer to him. “Can we just kiss now?”, Alec whispered. Y/N nodded and pressed her lips gently on Alec’s soft lips. Their lips moved in sync and it was the most emotional, slow and tender kiss they both ever had.

But that kiss became wilder and the slow kiss was suddenly a fast kiss. Y/N pushed Alec to the bed and gave him small kisses along his jaw. As they lips met each other’s again, they heard a loud noise.

Both of them were breathing hard, as they noticed the laptop on the floor with the broken monitor. “I have a feeling that Isabelle will kill us.”

“Way to ruin the moment.”, Alec said and laughed.

anonymous asked:

Could you do 81 with Sherlolly? (For the prompt ask thing. :)

Thank you, dearest Nonny! I hope you enjoy it! I had plenty of fun writing it. ;D

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“I need you to fake date me.“ she sat down next to him.

“Nice to meet you too,“ Sherlock responded, putting down the book he had been reading,

“What was your name again?“

“Molly. Molly Hooper.“ she fumbled with the sleeve buttons of her yellow blouse.

“So that boy over there,-“ he pointed towards a guy searching the book shelf in front of him “is your Ex.“ Sherlock prompted and furrowed a brow at her.

Molly scoffed “Don’t ask.“

Sherlock couldn’t help but smirk, “I’m Sherlock by the way. Would be a shame if our cover blew off because you didn’t know my name.“

She stared at him, surprised by his decision, “So you’re in?“

He reached out for her hands, “Yes, seems like I don’t have another choice. He’s coming over. It’s now or never, Hooper,” he whispered so only she could hear him.

“Molly?”, she felt someone tapping on her shoulder. She let go one of Sherlock’s hands and turned around.

“Tom?” Molly asked with a faked surprised tone in her voice.

“Hey, it’s so nice to see you again! It’s been a while,” Tom exclaimed, while his gaze went over to Sherlock.“So who is this?” he furrowed a brow at Molly. Hurt and jealousy in his eyes.

“That’s Sherlock,” she softly brushed her fingers against his at the mention of his name.

“Nice to meet you, Tom.” Sherlock said as friendly as possible.

Tom simply nodded and eyed Molly again, “I was wondering if you’d like to get a coffee.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, Tom. But I was actually planning on spending the afternoon with Molly today,” Sherlock interrupted.

Molly turned around, giving him a confused look.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, Darling,” Sherlock smiled and placed kiss on her cheek.

“Play along,” he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

She hummed, “That’s so thoughtful of you, Sweetheart.”

Their faces were only a few inches apart. Sherlock maintained eye contact and Molly felt her cheeks flushing.

“I know.” he answered with a honeyed voice and completely overwhelmed her by pressing a short kiss to her lips.

“Uhm, I think I should go now,” Tom mumbled and left as fast as possible.

“He’s gone.” Sherlock broke the kiss.

Molly opened her eyes and gave him an angry glare, “That was totally unnecessary!” she hissed.

“You liked it,” he smirked.

“I didn’t,” Molly stuttered and bit her lip.

“Well, then we should practice, you know, to make our relationship more plausible,” he leaned in for another kiss. stealing her breath.

Daryl x Reader - Together we are strong (One shot)

MASTERLIST

9. seriously? you want him over me?

10. Don’t touch me

28. It just happened
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Fandom: The Walking Dead
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Prompt taken from hyenaswritings ‘s list

English is not my first language so, sorry for eventual grammatical errors.

Set on season 7

Warning: fluff, sexual situation, Daryl’s gonna be a daddy ♥

Again, this was supposed to be a drabble, but I got carried away

Plot: (Y/n) and Daryl reunite at Hilltop. Weeks later, (Y/n) has a surprise for him


“Daryl?”
He’s here, he’s in front of me, I need to reach him so I can finally be in his arms.
That’s what I do, I start running, I need to feel him, I need to know that he’s real.
When I finally reach him, I almost trip him over.
He was crying so I start to kiss his tears away.
I place small kisses everywhere, onto his neck, on his cheeks, and finally I kiss him on the lips.
I pour all my feelings into this kiss, just like him, who doesn’t want it to end.
Eventually we need to separate: “Thank god you’re ok, I thought he did something to you”.
I really wanted to spend some time alone with my man, but there are more important issues to talk about: Negan and his Saviours.
With this on our mind, we start to walk with our group…our family, to the Hilltop’s mansion for discussing a plan to take over the Sanctuary.
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Later that night, I decide to stay at the Hilltop with Daryl.
After Jesus lead us to our room and closed the door, I reach to Daryl and hug him again.
After a while he lean down and starts a slow kiss.
Minutes passed and his tongue parts my lips, turning the kiss into a more passionate one.
Daryl stop kissing me just to take away my shirt and then start to place little kisses on my neck.
I tug his…well… more likely Jesus’ shirt and, when we’re both naked as the day we were born, we lay down on the bed and finally became one.
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Daryl slump on me, I could feel his heavy breath on my neck.
After a few minutes he lay down beside me.
I lean my head on his chest while he puts his arms around my hips.
With him so close to me, the sound of his heart that’s music for my ear, I can say that there’s no place I rather be.
The silence is broken with the sound of Daryl’s raspy voice: ”Why (Y/n?)…..why that day you decide to put yourself into my same situation? You could’ve be safe”.
My mind start to wonder to that day at the Sanctuary.
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After the line-up, me and Daryl were taken to the Sanctuary because of our “insoburdination”.
He wanted to protect Rosita; even though she and Abraham weren’t a thing anymore, she was suffering, and Negan was harassing her.
When I saw that man with half scarred face, aim with Daryl’s crossbow, at his head, I acted on instinct, I stood up to run for him but Negan grabbed me by my arm and drag me onto him, with my back on his chest: “Now, now babygirl, where the fuck are you going?”
“Don’t touch me!”
“Feisty, I like that”
He spun me around and I locked my eyes with his, anger could be read on my face
“What’s your name sweetheart?”
“Don’t call me like that! I’m not your sweetheart!”
Negan grinned: “Let me guess, are you his sweetheart?”
I looked down, what if he hurt Daryl because of me?
Apparently he didn’t really need an answer: “God fuckin’damn! An hot girl like you with that redneck?” he, then, grabbed my chin with his fingers and smiled: “Dwight! Load…what was his fuckin’ name babydoll?”
I stayed in silence and that irritates him:” SPEAK WHEN SPOKEN TO!” he growled
“Daryl, his name is Daryl! But please, let him go! He’s wounded! Take me instead”
That seem to interest him…he grinned again: “ you know what? I’ll fuckin’ take the both of you with me”.
After that, me and Daryl got separated I was throw in a cell and left there for days.
Probably three days has passed when that scarred face guy, who name’s Dwight come to pick me up.
I was dragged to a room, It was small but there were all the comforts: a tv, a kitchen, a bed and a bathroom. Oh God what would I do for a shower!
Suddenly Negan entered the room, and walk toward me: “Even with that grime on you, you’re fuckin’ beautiful babydoll”
“What do you want?”
“Right to the point, you’re fuckin’perfect! Alrighty, since it’s a shame to put a pretty fuckin’ flower like you on fence duty, what do you say to become one of my wives?”
I looked at him in shock: “Do you really think that, after what you do to my friends I would become one of your whore? Besides, I already have an husband, and I’ll be faithful to him until my death”
The truth is that Daryl isn’t my husband, but I consider him like one. I will never betray him like this.
He was taken aback: “seriously? You want him over me?”
I nodded.
“Very fuckin’well babydoll, you made your choice”.
I stayed on fence duty for a while, I didn’t see Daryl, probably he was in another part of the Sanctuary’s fence.
When Negan paid a second visit to Alexandria, and killed Olivia and Spencer, I snapped out so he decided to leave me there, saying that Daryl will pay for that.
That’s the reason I couldn’t believe my eyes when we found him at the Hilltop; somehow he knew that Negan asked me to became one of his wives.

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I look into his eyes before say: “ Let’s say that I’ve already an husband, and he’s all I askin’ for”.
Daryl get up on to lean on his elbow: “Are you askin’ me to marry you?”
We both laugh:” Well, after we take care of Negan, we will have a lot of free time, so why don’t spend it making a family on our own?”
Daryl smiles and kiss me on my nose: “That’s a good idea sunshine”.
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We spent weeks planning what to do against Negan, and during this time I didn’t feel so well, moreover I was late on my period so, since there’s a doctor here at the Hilltop I decided to let him check me up.
“Ok, (Y/n) after what you say to me, I think that there is a possibility of a pregnancy, I can give you a pregnancy test, just to be 100% sure”.
“Yes please” I was shaking, I can’t be pregnant, now it’s not the time.
“Here you go, you can use the bathroom over there”.
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Here I am, 5 minutes later, with a positive pregnancy test in my hands.
How could I grow a child now? What if Negan defeat us? What he will do to us? What he will do to me and my baby?
Oh God, how I’m gonna tell Daryl? After our decision to wait to have a family, how can I tell him that he’ll be a father now?.
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door: “(Y/n), Daryl is looking for you, saying there’s a meeting now, I didn’t tell him you’re here but you should go.”
I sigh and go out, it’s time to face the real problem.
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“So, we all agree with this plan but the problem it’s still the same: the Saviours outnumber us, we need more people to fight by our side” Rick say.
In that moment I had an idea:” During the time spent at the Sanctuary, I listen some Saviours talk about a place called “the Kingdom”. Apparently, they trade with them, but they’re not on good terms, maybe they can help us”.
Everybody looked at me with smile on their faces.
Rick put an hand on my shoulder:” (Y/n), you’re a genius!”
Before I could answer, I started to feel sick, I had to throw up, so I sprint out on the hallway and run for the bathroom where finally I could puke.
I stay there for a few minutes, until I hear the bathroom’s door open, revealing my beloved redneck:”(Y/n) are you ok? It’s something wrong?”.
Seeing worry into his eyes, I couldn’t help but crying: “ Daryl…I’m pregnant”.

He didn’t know what to say:” Pregnant? How?”

I sigh: “It just happened, we weren’t careful enough”.
Daryl drag me to him and envelope me into an hug: “Oh Daryl, what we will do? We need every man we can to fight Negan, I can’t stay here doing nothing! However, I don’t want to get rid of it, he’s my baby…our baby”
I sobbed into his chest for a while, until he lift me, taking my chin to look at him.
He’s smiling! Daryl Dixon is smiling at me!
“Don’t worry sunshine, we’ll go through this together”, then he peck me on my lips.
“So … I’m gonna be a dad?”
I nodded:” Yes, you gonna be a dad”.
He lift me up and spin me around: “Then let’s go tell to our family”.

#11 Platt’s Front Desk

A/N: Here we go with the next one. I’m sorry for putting this on hold a bit while I was writing some other stuff, but you guys should now I plan on finishing this series. I’m enjoying them so much, and I hope you do to.

Hope you like this one. It’s a bit shorter, but the next one will be a bit longer I think. Since I’ve been tossing around ideas.

Let me know if you like it! ;)

Prompt #11: Platt’s front desk. - Nothing ever made it past Platt’s desk. Not even their walk of shame.  

Word count: 1001

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Osomatsu-San Extra Stories Translation ‘Karamatsu of Dreams” Part One

Another translation from the Extra Stories (Bangaihen) novel. This time about Karamatsu and his dreams of putting on a live concert. Quite a lot of painfullness, as you would expect. Doing it in two parts this time.

Cultural note: The Nippon Budokan is a big indoor arena in Tokyo that was originally built to host martial arts contests. It’s also a well known concert venue, and it’s considered very prestigious to play here. An artist or group playing here is a sign that their career is on the up.

Karamatsu of Dreams - Part One

Beneath the blue sky –

Karamatsu was sitting on the roof of the house clutching his guitar.

“Heh… the Goddess of Music is fickle.”

He wasn’t playing the guitar, and he certainly wasn’t singing. From the outside, he didn’t look like he was doing anything other than basking in the sun.

His whole body was bathed in sunlight. He felt as if he were shining like the sun itself.

“Oh, Sunshine! What are you trying to do by heating me up even more? After you’ve lit my heart on fire, you’ll only end up burning yourself, aha?”

He faced the sun and put on his sunglasses.

“I’m dazzling, aren’t I? You can use me, Sunshine!” 

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Joe Sugg Imagine - Got Lucky.

“No, Alan! Stop biting my cushions!” Joe ran after the little pug around his living room, making Zoe and Alfie burst out laughing. Zoe ended up picking her up and placing her on her lap to calm her down.

“Nala, baby, stop” she said sweetly, still laughing at Joe’s reaction “Be nice to Uncle Joe’s furniture” she said and immediately after she chuckled loudly, knowing how uncomfortable it made both men in front of her feel. Indeed, they were already making faces “Come on boys, it’s just a joke”

Joe ran a hand through his now ridiculously long hair, and sat down next to her sister, whose dog ran towards his lap not long afterwards. He stroked her behind her ears and turned to Zoe “How would it make you feel if I called you Auntie Zoe, huh?” He asked, immediately regretting he did because he already knew the answer.

And he wasn’t wrong with his guess “More than delighted” she smiled.

“Too bad it won’t happen for a long, long, long time” he said, relaxing on the sofa as Alfie sat down next to him with a glass of apple juice on his hand “Well, you never know” he said, sipping from his drink.

“I’m not even seeing anyone at the moment” Joe said as he felt his phone vibrate on the back pocket of his jeans.

“What about that girl you told me about…what was her name…was it Leigh?” Zoe asked.

“Jeez, that was ages ago” he said as he took his phone out and read the text he just got.

“Honestly” Alfie said “Don’t get me wrong, Joe, but do you even have feelings?” He said, mid-laughing. He had known him for years now, and he didn’t know of a single girl he had sincere and pure feelings for.

But Joe wasn’t listening “Guys, Y/N can’t come tonight. She promised Finn she’d go to his party, so” he said, putting his phone back on his pocket.

“Aw, that’s a real shame” Zoe said “I really wanted to see her. I really liked the video she uploaded today, that Q&A with her dad. Well, maybe tomorrow”

“How come you weren’t invited?” Alfie asked Joe.

“Finn and I aren’t exactly close to each other” the boy explained “Then again, neither is he close to Y/N. But he wants to get into her pants, so” Joe’s voice let out a slightly jealous tone. Zoe and Alfie looked at each other.

“Does she fancy him as well?” She asked her brother, giving her boyfriend a knowing look.

“Y/N? I don’t think so, but I’ve never asked” Joe said “I mean, it’s not like I care at all. It’s just that if he has to leave me out of that party in orden to try to flirt with her, it says a lot about him” He said without really thinking.

“Are you saying he wouldn’t flirt with her if you were around?” Zoe asked again.

“Well, me or Jim for that matter” Joe stated, matter-o-factly “I don’t get how she doesn’t see it”

“Maybe she doesn’t mind it” Alfie said, trying to push Joe’s buttons. He’d understood it all with Zoe’s glare; Joe was, if not totally, partially into you, and he wanted him to confess. You and him have been best friends for a ridiculously long time now, and it was obvious there was more than friendship between you. But neither were good with feelings at all, and it drove your friends insane.

However, Joe closed his eyes and hugged Nala tightly, as if missing someone’s touch. As if he needed so badly a hug, and said “Maybe”

When Alfie and Zoe closed their bedroom’s door, he let himself fall into the sofa. It was already 1 am, and he was wide awake. Joe opened Instagram and saw that Finn had uploaded a new picture. Before he saw it, he already knew you were on it. Essentially.

Not long after, he got a text from Jim asking if he was at that party with you. ‘Luckily not’.

 As the clock went round and round, like the wheels on the bus, he started thinking about the new collab he had to upload that same night. At first, you had agreed that Joe would upload his collab with you first, and then the one with Connor and Caspar that he had filmed the other day. However, the due date for the video finished in like, two hours, and Joe didn’t feel like pressing 'upload’ to said video.

So he did exactly the opposite of what you had talked about, and immediately after went to bed.

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Your POV.

The music was so loud I couldn’t even hear myself think. However, I easily felt the unmistakeable buzz my phone made when I got a YouTube notification. They were turned on only for a small amount of people, so almost as an involuntary move, I got it out of my purse.

ThatcherJoe has just uploaded a video 'WTF is this video | ft. Conor Maynard and Caspar Lee’

I immediately checked out my YouTube calendar on my phone and essentially, Joe’s video for today had to be our collab in order for me to upload our video later. Thinking it was probably just a silly mistake, I texted him. Then I realised it was 2 am and that he was likely to be sleeping.

I scanned the room for Finn, hoping I could find him easily and leave for home. I wasn’t exactly tired, but I had the slightest feeling that Joe’s move wasn’t an accident and I just wasn’t in the mood for techno music and expensive cocktails anymore.

After almost five solid minutes of looking for Finn, I finally found him at the balcony, laughing at who-knows-what with two other boys. As soon as they saw me, they left, leaving the two of us alone.

“Hey, Finn” I said “Thanks for inviting me, I had the best time” I smiled.

“I’m glad you did, love” he sipped on his brown drink. Love? Since when did Finn call people that? It reminded me so much of Joe, it made my stomach turn as I recalled the current video situation I was in.

I decided to ignore it “Sadly I need to go, gotta stay fresh to film tomorrow” I wasn’t exactly lying, but I definitely wasn’t planning on filming the next day.

“Bummer” he said, licking his lips. He caught me looking at them “But that’s fine. Maybe we could film a video together some time”

“Yeah, would be fun” I said. It wasn’t on my plans, but I really wanted to leave as quickly as I could. And saying no to that would only delay my plans.

“Alright, see you soon beautiful” he said, and before I could do something about it, his lips locked with mine in a quick, o-so-drunk peck which I didn’t respond to. I muted a confused bye and left as quickly as I broke our kiss.

Once I was outside, I intended to call an Uber when I found out that the Uber App had collapsed and that I didn’t have the slightest idea of where I was. I looked it up on Google Maps, but I still didn’t have a clue. I looked around. The streets were empty and dark. It wasn’t exactly cold, but I was definitely shivering. I only had two options.

The first one was to call Jim so he could pick me up. And so I did. About eleven tones later, I finally got to the idea that he wasn’t going to respond. It was already 2.30 am on a Friday, I didn’t blame him. Jim and I have been best friends for years, as we had grown up together, our houses in front of one another. Thinking about it, it was better if he didn’t pick up the phone. Being so protective of me, if he found out I was alone this late at night, he’d flip his shit. He was something between my father and my brother, and even though he could be annoying as hell sometimes, I wasn’t complaining.

However, that only left me with my second and last option: calling Joe. It was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment, but it was still better than standing in the middle of nowhere at night, all by myself.

Five tones afterwards, I heard his tired voice on the other line “I’m so sorry I woke you up” I said, knowing that he had been sleeping.

“What do you want?” He said, and my heart sank a bit. I ignored the poorly way he was making me feel “I need a huge favor. I just got out of Finn’s party and my Uber App has collapsed and I don’t know where I am, and Jim-”

“I get it, where are you?” He said, and I couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“Google Maps says Campden Hill Road” I told him.

He stayed silent a few seconds, probably mentally planning the ride “Right, give me 15”

“Thank you so much, Joe” I said “I owe you big”

“No need to” he answered, and then he hung up.

Twelve minutes later, Joe’s car stopped in front of me. I opened the door and awkwardly sat next to him “Thanks again” I said, looking at him. But he didn’t look back at me. He was wearing a Sugg Life hoodie and grey sweatpants. His messy hair was pushed back, and his glasses sat perfectly on his tired blue eyes. I couldn’t deny he was quite the charming guy “I’m sorry I woke you up” I said again.

“It’s fine” he said as we stopped on a red light “I wasn’t sleeping well anyway, and I wasn’t going to leave you wandering around London at night” Then he finally looked at me, and I felt small.

His blue eyes fixed on mine until I couldn’t take it anymore and I lowered my glance, quickly looking ahead on the road to hide the fact that I was blushing. But I still could feel his eyes on me.

“How was the party?” He asked, and I couldn’t help but stare at his hands as he drove.

“Not as good as I was hoping for” I sincerely said “I barely knew anyone, and the ones I knew were far too drunk to recognise me anyway”

Joe let out a laugh, and I visibly relaxed. We stayed in silence for a few minutes before he broke it again “Hey, Y/N, about the video I uploaded today” he said, rubbing his neck. I smiled at how cute he looked when he was nervous “I’m so sorry about it, I knew I had to upload our video but I…”

He stopped at another red light. Three overly drunk guys were passing by in front of the car, one of them still holding a bottle on his hand. A guy with a tuxedo on turned his head, locking his eyes with mine. He started to cheer, and suddenly his two friends joined in, shouting things to me that I wouldn’t even bother to repeat.

With the red light still on, Joe slowly started the car again, as if he were to run over them. The three guys jumped and, scared, put their hands in the air as if they were surrendering. The light changed and Joe hit full speed, not even bothering to see if they were on his way.

I couldn’t help but laugh “That was aggressive” I commented.

He had a smirk on his lips “Couldn’t care less if I ran over them, to be honest” he said.

“About the video” I said, wanting to get it over with.

“Yeah, I’m sorry” he said for like, the hundredth time “I thought you were coming to mine’s last night and I got a bit upset. I feel like a 5-year-old now”

I laughed “A really cute one, tho” I said, and I immediately regretted it, not really looking for another awkwardness stage. Luckily, he laughed.

“I will upload our collab as soon as I can, I promise” he said, turning to the street where I lived.

“Okay” I nodded “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot”

“Do you think Finn likes me?” I blurted out. His hand tensed on the wheel, and his smile disappeared, forming a straight line. I didn’t know where I was going with this.

“Why’d you ask?” He asked instead of answering my question.

“He kissed me tonight” He abruptly stopped the car, only to find out that we were already in front of my apartment block “Like, he was drunk and it was just a short goodbye peck, but I’m so confused”

Joe had always told me about his love life, that is, when I got it out of him after hours of insisting. He’s not the extrovert kind. So I thought I would do just the same.

“I don’t know if he likes you, but just think about his past relationships” he said, running his hands through his hair “They haven’t been exactly long, and that must be for a reason”

I looked down at my intertwined fingers, as I could feel his eyes on me. They sent heat down my body. He then put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer, kissing the top of my head. People always said Joe wasn’t good with emotions, but I couldn’t believe them completely.

“Don’t worry about that now” he whispered, still holding me tight. I could’ve fallen asleep right there “It’s time you go to bed now. My sister and Alfie are staying at my house today and they wanted to see you in the morning”

“Cool” I said “I’ll text you when I wake up, okay?”

“Okay, love” he said, and his 'love’ was far more comforting than Finn’s.

“Do you ever get heartbroken?” I asked out of nowhere. I wasn’t exactly heartbroken because of Finn, but I wanted to know.

“The only thing that could break my heart right now is you crying over stupid guys who don’t deserve you” he said, leaving me blank. “Now go to bed” he kissed my head again before removing his arm from my frame. I immediately felt cold.

“Stop being so sweet" 

“No, it’s true” he said, his hand going through his hair once more. He then looked at me, and that’s when I realized I had been staring.

“Joe” I meant to say out loud, but it came out as a weak whisper. I didn’t know what to say next. His name just sounded nice when it left my lips.

“Yes, love?” he asked me sweetly, his hand cupping my cheek as he pressed his lips against it. I felt the urge to feel his lips on mine.

“It’s nothing” I finally said. I turned around to open the door and leave, embarrassed. But he didn’t let go of me. Instead, he pulled me closer until his eyes were staring deeply into mine, and suddenly my body went numb.

He let out a small chuckle “I don’t mean to make this awkward or anything” he said, staring away from me. My lips were almost pressed on his jawline “But I really want to kiss you right now”

My whole body froze, and my palms started sweatingt. I looked at him, searching for his eyes, as he eventually gazed back at me. I smiled as I got closer, pressing a small kiss on his jaw. He chuckled again, and kissed the top of my head “I shouldn’t have said that” he said.

Just when he was about to release me from his embrace, I grabbed the collar of his hoodie and pressed our lips together. Fuck it. If he wasn’t going to do it, I sure was. His lips moved slowly, as I opened my mouth slightly for his tongue to slip in. He cupped my face with one hand, so big compared to it. I held his hand while we kissed, feeling its warmth.

When we pulled away, our foreheads pressed together, I couldn’t help but smile “I would really love to go upstairs with you” he whispered, making me blush. Every time I thought about Joe touching me, holding me, I got goosebumps “But I’ve got my sister and Alfie alone at my place. And a dog” he said, making me laugh.

“Oh, come on” I pouted “It’s not like they like you anyway” I joked.

He laughed, as he pressed a small kiss on my lips again “You know what?” he said, as he released himself from my touch to grab the car keys “You’re right. They’ll be fine without me” he said, kissing me again. I could get used to it “Let’s go. I need some cuddles”

I laughed as I followed him out of the car. When we met each other at the entrance, I pressed our lips together again, and as we walked inside of my apartment, me already on his arms, legs around his torso, I wondered how I could’ve gotten so damn lucky, 

Lost Series // Part Eight

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven

Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Requests are closed. xx

This will not be word for word from the episode because I don’t feel like re watching it. Lol.

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Originally posted by likeag69

 y/c/h - your color hair


Dying is a part of life. Eventually everyone dies and moves onto heaven or hell. You see, I never really believed in God. There are so many different religions with vivid descriptions and you never really know what’s real and what isn’t. But I did expect something.. Not pearly gates but something. There is nothing though. At the very least I expected to float around as a ghost or something. Haunting people that pissed me off.

Nothing but darkness.. Forever. Maybe I was in hell. And hell is nothing. There is no God. The Devil made him up so that people have faith and hope that if they’re good they can end up with their loved ones. Well, even if you’re a saint you’ll still end up in Hell.

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anonymous asked:

so I started my period today and bled through my jeans at school it was kinda small but so obvious and I had nothing to hide it with and I'm so embarrassed I don't know what to do I feel like everyone saw, stared and laughed.. :(

I always wondered why there was a stigma when it came to periods. I remember I would take the pads from my bag and literally hide them in my sleeve or pocket when I was excusing myself to the bathroom, and I always asked myself why I hid them and the answer that came was “I don’t want the guys to see and make fun of me.” Because in middle school, I had put pads in the back pocket of my jeans and forgot they were there, and everyone saw them and immediately began laughing and teasing me. So … why? Why are periods so shameful and embarrassing? Why do people with periods panic and feel shame if they bleed through or try to hide the fact that they have periods, a normal and natural thing that shouldn’t be shamed?

The answer could be a lot of things, but I want to focus on the fact that you have no reason to feel ashamed. I can tell you that some of those people pointing and laughing at you (or so you think, anyways, I doubt anyone really noticed!) have at least had something similar to them happen before. Heck, I’ve had it happen, too. It’s just blood, it happens, sometimes we leak through and sometimes we don’t know we’ve started yet and it’s ok. Really. You have no reason to feel upset or ashamed for something natural that you can’t help having.

Second chances

Originally posted by jookyunhoe

Word count: 1591

Warnings: ANGST

Author’s note: I’m back with one of my small angst drabbles no one requested though :P Enjoy!

P.s: I already asked but would you guys be interested in a royal au? If so please tell me and also you can wish for any member of Bts, Exo or Got7 :)

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“Fool me once, shame on you

Fool me twice, can’t put the blame on you”


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Rhythm

Fic gift for  @sleepismyspirit as part of the PJO Discord Server Valentines Day gift exchange. Sorry, this is really late. I admit I’m at fault for it being so…


“Nico, please?”

“Hazel, you know how much I hate being in a crowd” Nico reasoned to his sister as the smell of Bacon and Eggs started filling their kitchen area.

“That smells good” Hazel blatantly ignored her brother as she began setting the table for the two of them.

“Bacon always smells good” Nico placed the plate of Bacon on the table before rushing back quickly to grab the plate of scrambled eggs. Two separate plates of pancakes and toasts were also already on the table “Also, don’t ignore my words. What I just said, stands. There’s no way I’m going to hang around people. Go ask Leo or Jason or even Percy, I’m sure he’ll gladly help you even if he’s got two left feet”

“Come on, Nico, It’ll only be for a few days. Just until Frank comes back,” Hazel stared at her brother, eyes looking all pleading “I just don’t want to miss any of my classes and everyone else has got their partners so I need you to stand in for Frank’s absence. Besides its only twenty people, it’s barely a crowd”

“Three is already a crowd. I can only stand up to two people and even that’s by choice” Nico voiced out “Also the fact that you’ve been practicing those steps for quite some time now and I do not is enough reason for me not to come”

“We both know you can pick the steps up and make all of us question our dancing skills in a couple minutes” Hazel shot her brother a ‘don’t even deny’ it look when Nico tried to argue “Also, just saying, you should have serious problem issues on your social skills” Nico scoffed at his sister’s words.

“Says the girl who’s as much into anti-socializing as I am before she met someone”

“I wasn’t anti-socializing. I’m just a bit shy and awkward around people” Hazel came to her own defense “But enough of that. If you agree, to be Frank’s proxy, I’ll stop Percy and Jason with trying to hook you up?”

“I have my own ways of avoiding their attempts. They’re named Annabeth and Piper, works almost every time. I recommend it, really”

“Come on, Nico! Please? I won’t nag for you to make your bed for an entire month?”

“Really tempting offer. I don’t get it why you two insists on getting dancing lessons anyway” Nico poured himself a cup of coffee “I don’t think being pro dancers is required for that dance party your attending”

“Don’t just call it a dance party. It’s special cause it’s for Valentines Day”

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You Owe Me- Jakob Chychrun

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Ok so I took this one in a slightly different direction than all the other meet the team ones I’ve done! XD Ok so enjoy!

Warning: none

Anon Request: Hello:) may I pls request Jakob chychrun in which you are a Boston pride player, (nwhl), and you meet his team and possibly even some of the gods/wives after yours or his game outside the locker room!

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              You had won!

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Chocobros + Nyx w/ s/o who is in high school (like grade 12 senior grade) or prom

I’m out of high school but this speaks to me on a million levels.

Noctis probably isn’t one for dances let alone prom of all things, but he hears how excited you get when you talk about it so he absolutely has to do something. He’s cheesy about it, but not as cheesy as he could have been. Regis wanted him to do something more classy, and Noctis completely ignored him and does a geeky video game promposal. The “I’m player one, will you be my player two?” kind of thing. He blushes the whole time, too. Then comes the night where he meets you at your front door, him in royal attire and you in something equally as gorgeous because there was no way that Regis was going to let you buy your own tux/dress. When he sees you? Oh boy does he melt. You look amazing, and even if he’s exceptionally shy, he’ll lead you out on the dance floor and pull you close. At the end of the night, he’ll place a kiss on your cheek, buy you pull him in for another.

Prompto is SO HYPE for prom! Do you know how many Prompto jokes he makes? It’s a lot. Don’t try to count. He makes a giant spectacle out of asking you and even gets Noctis in on it…but they’re terrible at coming up with a plan. Prompto settles on grabbing a box of donuts from the bakery and writes “I donut want to go to prom alone. Please go with me?” on the inside of the lid. It’s the funniest thing ever to you, and you can’t stop laughing- which he takes as a no. You reassure him that you definitely want to go with him, and on the night of prom he shows up in a tux borrowed from Noctis with a huge bouquet of lilies and a smile stretching from ear to ear. He’s so excited that he kisses you right on the spot…and then immediately apologizes. You hint that there will be more through the night and his cheeks go soooo red. Prompto isn’t the best dancer, but he does his best for you. He might step on your feet, but it’s worth the laughter.

Gladio kinda of brings it up casually one day when you’re snuggled up on the couch together, and it bums you out a bit that he did it that way. Of course you’ll go with him, but where’s the big spectacle about it? Where’s the flowers or the cheesy sign asking you? Gladio picks up on this immediately, and the very next day he goes out and buys chocolate covered strawberries decorated to look like they’re wearing tuxedos. What’s better than fruit and chocolate? Ignis is responsible for the pun that goes with it: I’d be berry lucky if you went to prom with me. If you aren’t anywhere near his height, he’s going to suggest heels or some kind of platform shoes otherwise dancing will be hard as fuck. He picks you up and offers flowers and extends his arm for you to take it. Once there, it’s so comical to see the huge guy dancing, because he can move- you know, if you count grinding as dancing. If you reciprocate in flirting, you will 100% get laid that night.

Ignis is classy. Super classy. He puts everyone else to shame. When he asks you, you’re out on a date with him at one of his favorite restaurants. The dessert arrives, and the waiter hands Ignis a bouquet of roses. That’s when he asks very lovingly if you would go with him- not going to lie, some people there probably thought you just got engaged. As prom gets closer and closer, he makes sure that you’ve booked every appointment you need; hair, nails, tux/dress, flowers. Everything is ready to go, and when he picked you up, he takes your hand and kisses it gently before leading you out to the car. It’s common knowledge that Ignis can dance, but he knows ballroom dancing, the fancy stuff, so he’s going to feel out of his element until you coax him onto the dance floor and really get him into it. Then he’s having the time of his life. He’s laughing and enjoying himself to the fullest, and he doesn’t realize that he’s kissed you in the middle of the crowd until Gladio elbows him and claps.

Nyx (this is the first time I’ve written anything for him so bare with me). He’s a damn show off and everyone in that school knew it, so no one was surprised when he asked for everyone to come together to ask you to prom. He’s got a freaking red carpet laid out with flowers and music, like, this is some Romeo and Juliet shit right here except no one dies. You’re so embarrassed, but can’t help but to say yes. Your face is so red, and he’s loving every moment of it. He hasn’t really got a lot of money, but he pulls everything he has together to make sure that you two look the hottest. Whatever you want, he insists on getting it. Perfection. The two of you hitch a ride with a close friend because you totally pregamed and showed up to prom a little buzzed hoping that no one would notice how sloppily you were dancing against each other. Nyx isn’t shy about letting everyone know that he thinks you’re perfect, and eventually he would pull you away from the crowd, step out onto a balcony or into an empty room so he can hold your waist and pull you close.