i love her little grin

((Jeremy and Michael are having a duel to see who has the stronger avatar. For the moment it looks like Jeremy has won the upper hand, he has Michael pinned and is about to deal the final blow to win but then Michael’s eyes go half-lidded, a dopey smile comes onto his face and a red flush spreads across his cheeks and he says, dreamily, “I love you”

Jeremy is totally caught off guard, immediately his face goes bright pink and his mouth drops open. Michael takes the opportunity and deftly flips them over before holding his staff to Jeremy’s throat, raising his eyebrows and giving him the smuggest grin.

Ny0, after realizing he’d been tricked, holds his hands up in surrender. Then he glares at Ehm half-heartedly and mumbles, “You cheated”

And then Michael smartly responds with, “All’s fair in love and war, babe”))

LBM17 is over, but I have a little gem for you: Visiting my favorite “item shop” on the convention. I went there like 5 times a day (because it was nice and cheap) and greeted the cute cashier this way upon entering. Always.

The convention was amazing. Being Ardyn for three days (instead of two) was the best thing ever. Really. It was so much fun meeting all the other FFXV Cosplayers. Maybe a small selfie-post will follow later. (and i have a cute little clip of Noctis)

Fic: Cold Comfort (Velora, Vex, Percy)

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Major spoilers for Episode 115.

Two years after the battle with Vecna, Velora returns to Whitestone for several long-overdue conversations.

Cold Comfort

Velora stops at the shrine to the Raven Queen first, padding cautiously into the room, the stonework ice-cold beneath her bare feet, and says, softly, experimentally, “I hate you.”

The shrine is empty at this early-evening hour, and so her words echo louder and more certain than she means them to. She swallows shyness with the remembered taste of ashes on her tongue, pushes past the heavy stench of blood in her nose and mouth, and says it louder, her voice cracking on the shout. “I hate you!”

There are no ripples on the surface of the small pool of blood, no dramatic flurry of feathers or dark wings curling around her. It’s just a cold, stinky room.

She clears her throat, rubs her face to stop her lower lip quivering, and says, “Thank you,” before turning on her heel and starting the long, slow trudge up to the castle.

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I was watching this again and I barely realize Chichi looks like she was fondling goku’s nipples xDD 

“I’d kill for a coffee..literally.” - Marty Scurll

I took this prompt drabble request over from @imnobodiesbitch. It was requested by anon.

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I was still half asleep when I heard her getting up and walk into our kitchen. Then I heard her searching through the drawers, making weird noises and I could even hear a faint scream escaping her mouth.

Getting up and out of bed, I decided to wander out to see what was wrong. Tip Toeing into the living room I found her on the kitchen floor, the cupboards and pantries open, everything was a mess. She was crying.

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Obsessed on Younow

Dans POV

Y/n and I have been dating for quite some time now and everyone has been so supportive of it. She was currently out doing late night errands since I was still sick from the tour and I was doing a younow.

Every time I looked in the chat there was always someone that said “where’s y/n?!” “Was she okay while you and Phil were on tour?!” I couldn’t help but talk about it, but I kept thinking that it made it seem like all I talk about is y/n.. even though that’s all I really want to do.

“Am I really going to be talking about y/n? Is this what you guys want me to talk about?” Whenever I see or hear anything about her I just can’t stop my from smiling and giggling “fine alright I’ll talk about y/n… Well she came with Phil and I to Florida for Playlist Live, then she came back for the Chicago show and then joined us for Vidcon, so we got to see each other at least three times during the tour which made me incredibly happy.”

I know I shouldn’t be talking about y/n for too long since there are people who are watching my liveshow for me. As much as I love y/n and I love talking about her, I shouldn’t talk about her too much.

“Someone said ‘what was the last concert you went to?’ Does the Brits count? Oh my gosh y/n freaked out when I told her Phil and I interviewed Years and Years. She absolutely loves them.” Shit I brought up y/n again. “Alright! What else should we talk about??” I said as I awkwardly laughed.

“Dan?!” I heard from the kitchen.

Finally, Y/n’s home from the shops. “I’m in my room love! I’m doing a liveshow, did you want to join?” And here I am again talking about y/n.

She walked into my room with a bag of chips and a glass of water. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” She said as she hugged me from behind and then felt my forehead for a fever.

I held her arms and squeezed her close. “Say hi to 18 thousand people!”

“Hi guys! What has Dan been gossiping about while I was out?” I stayed quiet as she was looking through the messages. She looked at me with a little smirk and said “according to them… You’ve been on and off talking about me?”

Y/n moved to sit on my lap. “Guilty as charged.” I smiled at her.

“I picked up a pizza on my way home so when we’re done here we can go watch Game of Thrones.” She said happily

Here we go gonna talk about Y/n again “guys, y/n didn’t watch Game of Thrones before, but she watched an episode with Phil and I and she fell in love with it. Isn’t that right love?” She had that cheeky little grin on her face that I just love so much. “Well guys, it’s been about an hour and I’d like to eat some pizza with my lovely girlfriend, that I can’t stop raving about.

“Bye younow!” We said in unison

Once I knew the broadcast had officially ended I gave y/n a kiss on the cheek. After that she said, “you know.. when I was out shopping, I was listening to your broadcast and you literally brought me up 5 times dude!” I couldn’t help but blush.

“Sorry babe.. I guess I’m obsessed with you.” I said as I kissed her temple.

She got up from my lap and grabbed my hands to pull me up said “C'mon! The pizzas getting cold!”

I gotta admit. I’m absolutely obsessed with that girl.

anonymous asked:

How about a marriage proposal or superman Sterek?? Or both?!

I’m hoping you already saw the Superman one, so how about marriage proposal. Fun fact… this is loosely based on true events.

They’ve had the talk already. You know, the talk that all couples have when they’re super serious and it’s either “I love you, let’s get married to show the world how committed we are to each other” or “I can’t see myself building a future with you and while this is fun we should probably just break up”.

Derek and Stiles’s conversation had been decidedly and happily in the first camp. They had discussed kids, a house, future wedding plans, rings, and Derek was just waiting. Waiting for Stiles to finally ask him to marry him.

Which, he realizes now, now that it’s been a few months since that conversation, that they hadn’t discussed who would do the proposing. Derek had assumed it would be Stiles because he had been the one adamant about getting the rings and making sure Derek picked one he liked. And logic would suggest that the one getting the ring would do the asking, right?

But Stiles hasn’t said anything, hasn’t planned any fancy dinner, or told Derek to take off work for any trips, and Derek is getting kind of… impatient. But he tries not to be, tries to act normal like he’s not waiting for Stiles to take him on a trip to the preserve and get down on one knee.

He’s acting so normal that when they end up wrestling on the ground to get the remote and it turns into kissing and Stiles stops and says, “Derek, will you marry me?” he doesn’t even register what Stiles has said.

“What?” Derek says a little out of breath from both the wrestling and the kissing.

Stiles smiles, but it’s starting to fall. “Marry me?”

Derek stares and stares because this, this he was not expecting, and… he knows deep down that what really matters is that they’re together, but he’s also a little upset and disappointed that Stiles isn’t really trying to make this special. He’s so upset in fact that he blurts out, “Seriously?”

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13 Days of Halloween- Day 13!

Well, the 13 days are up! Today is Halloween (In my time-zone) and I hope you all enjoyed this little project! Thank you for liking, reblogging, and replying, I really and truly appreciate it!  Up next, 12 Days of Christmas

Day 8- Dramione

Day 9- James x Pansy 

Day 10- Hogwarts Characters 

Day 11- Drarry ft. Teddy 

Day 12- Thuna 

Don’t Leave- 

Prompt by- Me!

Hermione surveyed the party below her from the small balcony she was standing on and smiled. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was packed with all their friends, family, and more. Everyone was in costumes for Halloween and she admired the ingenuity and creativity that went into each one as they tried to outdo each other.

“Not a bad turnout this year, eh Granger?” George stepped up beside her and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

“It’s always a good turn out when you throw the party.” She smiled sweetly up at him, her transfigured fangs peeking out over her bottom lip.

George smiled back at her, his own fangs proudly shown off. His blue eyes met hers, then traveled down. First getting caught on her lips, then tangled on the ruby nestled in her cleavage- a present he had given her earlier in the day. He used the arm around her waist to pull her into a hug and kissed the side of her neck. Hermione could feel the slight prick of his fangs as he kissed her. “I vant to suck your vlood.” He whispered imitating the Count he was dressed as. His lips brushing her neck as he spoke and sent shivers down her spine, even as his poor, faked accent made her giggle.

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‘How much of last night do you actually remember?’ I asked him, laughing.

‘Well…’ he grins, 'I remember that at some point I tripped up the stairs? Did that happen?’

'It most certainly did, idiot. Anything else?’

He leans in a bit closer, like he’s telling me a secret.

'I remember that I was sitting next to this really, really pretty girl. I think I said some stuff to her which I may not have said whilst sober…’

'What did you say?’ I ask, knowing the answer but my heart still flops in my chest, wondering if he meant it.

'I think…correct me if I’m wrong but I think I told her I loved her,’ he breathes, still grinning a little bit as he reaches for my hand.

'You did? And did you mean it?’ I whisper, breathless, and he replies with his forehead pressed against mine.

'Every. Single. Word.’

—  j.f // excerpts of stories I will never write #19
Veins Run Red and Blue

This was supposed to be a quick little ‘what if’ thing since I finished my exchange fic. It did not stay little. Thanks @willowaus for listening to me complain.


It was his smile that dug into her bones.

Fighting against his sister’s hold, Caroline went still at the curve of Klaus Mikaelson’s lips. He watched Tyler die, eyes intent and glittering, but it was his smile that told the monster under her skin this monster was dangerous. Those dimples, that delight as he pulled the marionette strings, it was an expression that had seen more than she could imagine.

And as Tyler gasped awake, a new creature, that smile widened and she shook, just a little.

“You can’t beat us,” Rebekah told her, nails biting into her arms. “None of you can.”

In that moment, Caroline believed her.


Caroline told Elena to make a deal.

Brown eyes wide, she’d looked stunned before she’d shook her head. “I’m not helping him. I can’t believe you’d suggest I should. He’s a monster, Caroline.”

Him, being Klaus.

Licking chapped lips, Caroline fisted her hands. The inside of her bedroom should’ve felt safe, instead it was a false barrier. Klaus could parade in and out of her room as he choose - evidence, a spectacular diamond bracelet that terrified her every time she saw it.

It was such a beautiful threat, after all.

“What happens if you don’t help him, Elena?”

Elena shrugged and played with the ends of her hair. “Damon has a plan.”

Caroline closed her mouth, glanced away from her friend. Damon had a plan. She let Elena change the subject, let her shift the conversation to sillier, less serious topics. All the while, her insides knotted.

Damon was going to get them all killed.

A hundred years plus a few decades, give or take, up against a millennium of experience. An unkillable monster. One who offered the world as if it was a mere plaything - who toyed with people as if they were his own personal marionettes.

Elena would rather trust Caroline’s rapist, than bargain with her blood; Caroline knew bargaining with the devil was dangerous. But Klaus would get his doppelgänger made army, regardless of the cost. Caroline didn’t understand why he’d chosen to toy with them, but she’d no doubt he’d carve his price from all of them soon enough.

Her hands shook as she locked the door when she was alone.

So what was she going to do?

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This Life You’ve Given Me

Summary: Just a quick CS future family one-shot.  Because you can never have enough Daddy!Killian and Jones family fluff! (Rated: K+)

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Killian Jones woke the same way he did every morning, with a nose full of blond hair and two ice cold feet wrapped around his calves.  He smiled as he inhaled his wife’s familiar coconut shampoo scent and placed a light kiss on her forehead before pulling her in tighter with the arm that he had draped over her middle. 

As the sun began to rise over the next few minutes, his wife began to stir and eventually opened her green eyes to find his staring back at her.  

“Good morning, handsome,” she said with a warm smile.  

“Good morning my beautiful love,” he responded, reaching down for a gentle kiss on her lips.  “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm, I did.  I dreamed about our wedding.”

“Ah, did you still marry me or did you change your mind?”

“I don’t know.  I woke up before I said ‘I do.”  But I was eying one of the dwarves pretty intensely,” she teased.

“You are such a bloody minx,” he teased right back, poking her sides where he knew she was ticklish.  

She erupted into a ball of fitful laughter, begging for mercy before Killian rolled on top of her and ceased his ministrations.  Emma looked up into his eyes and pushed his dark, tussled hair from his eyes.  

“I wouldn’t trade the last 8 years for anything,” she said, cupping his cheek and running her thumb over his scar.

Just as Killian was about to capture her lips in his, a knock came at their bedroom door.  Both releasing a sigh, Killian rolled back to his side of the bed before they both sat up to see who their visitor was.

“Come in,” Emma called.

The door slowly opened to reveal their 4-year-old daughter, Ava and their 6-year old son, Liam each carrying one end of a tray full of food.  Behind them was Henry, now 21 years old, with his arms outstretched ready to catch the tray if one of his siblings lost their grip. 

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This Life You’ve Given Me

I WROTE THIS THIS SUMMER, BUT IT’S SUPER FLUFFY AND I THINK WE ALL NEED IT BEFORE TONIGHT!!!!! xoxo :)

Summary: Just a quick CS future family one-shot.  Because you can never have enough Daddy!Killian and Jones family fluff! (Rated: K+)

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Killian Jones woke the same way he did every morning, with a nose full of blond hair and two ice cold feet wrapped around his calves.  He smiled as he inhaled his wife’s familiar coconut shampoo scent and placed a light kiss on her forehead before pulling her in tighter with the arm that he had draped over her middle.  

As the sun began to rise over the next few minutes, his wife began to stir and eventually opened her green eyes to find his staring back at her.  

“Good morning, handsome,” she said with a warm smile.  

“Good morning my beautiful love,” he responded, reaching down for a gentle kiss on her lips.  “Did you sleep well?”

“Mmm, I did.  I dreamed about our wedding.”

“Ah, did you still marry me or did you change your mind?”

“I don’t know.  I woke up before I said ‘I do.”  But I was eying one of the dwarves pretty intensely,” she teased.

“You are such a bloody minx,” he teased right back, poking her sides where he knew she was ticklish.  

She erupted into a ball of fitful laughter, begging for mercy before Killian rolled on top of her and ceased his ministrations.  Emma looked up into his eyes and pushed his dark, tussled hair from his eyes.  

“I wouldn’t trade the last 8 years for anything,” she said, cupping his cheek and running her thumb over his scar.

Just as Killian was about to capture her lips in his, a knock came at their bedroom door.  Both releasing a sigh, Killian rolled back to his side of the bed before they both sat up to see who their visitor was.

“Come in,” Emma called.

The door slowly opened to reveal their 4-year-old daughter, Ava and their 6-year old son, Liam each carrying one end of a tray full of food. Behind them was Henry, now 21 years old, with his arms outstretched ready to catch the tray if one of his siblings lost their grip.

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