not that he looks bad here but still

CAN YOU GUYS IMAGINE THO jace comes to the kitchen for breakfast and magnus and Alec are already sitting there taking jace looks at Alec like “dude how are you here already it’s barely 7 and you’re still wearing the same clothes from last- ooooh”

Alec blushes so bad that he has to hide his face in his coffee mug and magnus is just looking so proud while jace kind of had a mini freak out that his big brother finally got laid. He like, slaps Alec on the back.

“Good on you man”
And Alec almost dies choking in his drink


This was requested ages ago by @irish-rose-24 and I’m so sorry it took so long to get to! It’s very bad and I’m very sorry 😐

73 I’m stuck! Help me!
97 Take off your shirt

Warnings: Cursing? Sarky Jug and Reader. Bad grammar probably

Jughead the absolute genius thought it would be a great idea to investigate down by Sweetwater River at 11pm on a Saturday night, to follow up on a new theory he had on the murder of Jason Blossom. Of course, you didn’t want him going down there that late on his own, so you tagged along.

“Jesus Jug, what are we even looking for? We’re out here at 11pm and it’s dark and you still haven’t told me your theory!” You said as you pulled your coat up further around your neck.

“Jason’s body was found about half a mile south down the river and he must have floated downwards so I’m looking for any clues on the left bank for a mile up, bullet holes in trees and the like.” Jughead explained, scanning a tree with his flashlight.

Betty and Jughead had been working on the Jason Blossom case for the Blue and Gold for about a month when you had joined into a conversation at lunch about it and from that moment had and been recruited to the paper and joined them in their sleuthing.

You and Jughead had been friends for quite a few years and for the majority of those years, you had been totally, hopelessly, completely in love with him. So when he had text to say he was headed to the forest at 10pm in the pitch dark; of course you were coming.

“Hey Poirot, what do you think this is?” You call to Jughead as you find an odd patch of ground. Inspecting it closer, you get on your hands and knees and poking it a bit. The leaves looked a weird texture so you leaned in closer and next thing you knew the ground beneath your hands and knees had slipped from under you and you were falling. Hitting the bottom of the hole you had fallen into with a thud, pain radiated through your body.

“Jug! C’mere!” No answer.

“Jughead!” Nothing.

“Forsythe Pendleton Jones III!” Using his full name always got his attention.

“Y/N? Where are you?” You heard him coming closer.

“I’m stuck! Help me! There’s a hole in the ground so watch where you’re going!” You said as the light from the flashlight and Jughead’s face came into view above you.

“Well what are you doing down there Y/N/N?” Jug smirked down at you.

“Oh just chilling, wanna come down?” You snarked “It’s one of Doiley’s fucking traps for hunting with the scouts. It’s not deep, but I can’t climb out.”

Jughead’s arm reaches into the pit to pull you out as you step on your tiptoes to catch his hand.

“It’s no good, I can’t reach you. Is there anything down there to step on to boost you up?” Jughead looks at you worriedly.

“Oh yeah! Look! There’s a stepladder, let me just get it!” You snap at him. Your feet are soaked from the rainwater at the bottom of the hole and there are spiders everywhere.

“Okay smartass. Calm down, we’ll get you out. We’ll figure something out, let’s face it, this isn’t the most difficult situation you and I have found ourselves it.” He laughs down at you.

Jug was looking around fro something to reach you with.

“Juggie! I have an idea. Take off your shirt.” Not realising how crazy you sounded you smiled up, pleased with your seemingly genius plan.

Jughead’s eyes popped out of his head as he stared down at you with his mouth hanging open.

“Excuse me?” He sounded completely incredulous and you hadn’t noticed the slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

“Not like Your flannel! The one around your waist! Take it off and lower it down and I’ll climb up.” His face softed slightly at this as he saw what you were getting at.

He unwrapped his flannel from around his waist and throws one sleeve down to you and you grab on. He pulled and you climed up the flannel and as you reached over the top over the hole you both fell back onto the soft leaves behind you.
You both lay there panting for a minute when Jughead started to laugh.

“Only us Y/N. This stuff could only happen to us. It’s always an adventure isn’t it?” He looked over and you and saw you smiling at the treetops and in that moment he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world, mud and leaves in your hair and all. But, obviously, you couldn’t read minds. He wished he had the guts to say something.

“Of course it is Jug. It’s Jughead and Y/N, famous for their adventures and countless stories.” You laughed.

Silence fell over the two of you for a few minutes as you continued to lay there, (which, in reflection, was probably extremely dangerous, but when you were with each other you felt as safe as could be.)
Jughead stood up and peeked down into the hole.

“You fell deep Y/N. Did you hurt anything?” He turned his flashlight to you as you hid your face in your hands.

“Just my pride. Don’t worry, I’m okay.” You replied, smiling at his concerned face.
Jughead was kneeling down beside you checking your face for injuries.

“Good, dunno what I’d do without my Miss Marple.” He said with his hand still on your cheek.

You had had enough. This proximity was killing you. The overwhemling urge to kiss him set in and this time, you knew you had to take action.



“Jug, since I’ve known you I’ve liked you and in the more recent years I’ve fallen in love with you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way and I really hope that by saying this I haven’t ruined our friendship but I just had to say something otherwise –“ Your rambling was prompty cut off by a pair of lips crashing into yours. You were frozen and couldn’t respond for a second but once your brain realised what was actually happening you kissed back. This kiss wasn’t long, but it was a kiss full of all the words that needed to be spoken and all the bottled up feelings.

Pulling away, you saw Jug smirking at you.

“That felt long overdue.” You laughed and replied

“Yeah. About 4 years overdue.”

“Y/N everything you said, I feel the same. I was just afraid to say anything because, well – if you didn’t feel the same and I’d be lost without you and I love you too.” Smiling, you kissed him again. This kiss was different, with you holding his face and him pulling you in by the hips, both wanting to feel as close as possible to the other.

“C’mon we better go. Pop’s?” Jug suggested.

You both started walking back towards the road when you felt a hand snake it’s way into yours. You smiled up at Jug and found he was already looking down at you.

“You know, this is gonna make a great story someday. ‘Hey Y/N and Jughead, tell us the story of your first kiss.’ Oh well, first I was doing some sleuthing and this idiot fell into a hole, then she asked me to strip off all my clothes, then she got all soppy and started rambling so I kissed her and told her I loved her.” Jughead explained as you hit his arm.

“Always have to be such a drama queen, don’t you Jones?” You sassed.

“May be a drama queen, but I’m your drama queen.” He said sliding his arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of you head.

“Cheeseball.” You giggled.

Looking on, you would have seen a young couple, making their way to their favourite spot, joking around, very much in love. It would have looked like an ideal moment.

It was. The first of many, many more to come.

anonymous asked:

Who do you think the 10 hottest NHL players are?

ok this took me longer than i thought but i enjoyed it so much

1. Carey Price

because holy shit

and that brows

and smile

2. Roman Josi

aka European supermodel

3. Zach Parisé

just. look. at. that. American. Hollywood. smile. pure Captain America

also this pic right here changed my life

4. Adam Henrique

he is just. perfect mix of angel and Devil (because he’s playing for New Jersey Devils hahaha ok this joke was bad)

…..I see you pornstache

5. Gabriel Landeskog

we all know how beatiful he is but still, here are some examples

+bonus aka the cutest gif ever

—————-so now i’m gonna add just one pic to others————–

6. Leon Draisaitl

beatiful German-Czech person and Connor McDavid and me and Ryan Nugent-Hopkins are his dates. I can’t blame them–us.

….also I hate this pic has watermarks but he’s still hot here….

7. Tom Wilson

he is my husband, no words needed, we all know him too.

much hotter after he got haircut

8. Alexander Wennberg

hot young Swedish ass

9. Aaron Ekblad

or better said– my daddy ok. 

he is hot both shaved and with beard, don’t fight me on this

10. Matt Duchene

he is a cutie with great hair and uncommon face and eyes


I was sad so I watched Arc-V openings. Here are the screenshots of my favorite smiles from my son if anyone else is having a bad day.

Tom Holland Imagine - 7


Swearing, jealousy, smut-ish (not bad though)

Summary: Reader and Tom go to a fancy premiere party and readers guy friends keep getting a little too friendly. And Tom doesn’t like it.

“Tom it’s time to go! The car’s here!” You yelled up the stairs. A few seconds later he ran down the stairs. 

As he stepped off the bottom step and paused, taking your beautiful blue dress in. “Woah.”

“You like?” You asked, turning around. Tom was wearing a suit, but he still looked handsome as always.

“Mmhmm.” He said wrapping his arm around your waist, planting a kiss on your neck. 

You got out at the premiere of your best friends movie and walked on the red carpet. You kissed Tom a few times and every time you did the lights seemed to flash brighter. You met up with your friend and headed to watch her movie.

After, you headed to the glamorous, star-studded afterparty. “Y/N?”


“How expensive was that dress?” he asked.

You looked at him, a little confused. “Very. Why?”

“I just needed to know how much I’ll owe you when I rip it off you.” He whispered in your ear. Then one of your friends, Anthony Ramos (FROM HAMILTON!) walked over. 

“Hey!” Anthony said pulling you away from Tom into a hug. “I got you something to drink.” He said handing you a cup.

“Thanks, Ant! Have you met my boyfriend Tom?” He shook his head. “Well, this is my boyfriend, Tom Holland.” You pulled Tom over to shake hands with Anthony.

“You’re the new Spider-man right?” Tom nodded, his jaw clenched with irritation. Anthony held his hand out and Tom took it and squeezed it hard. “Ok, well Y/N I gotta go.”

“No!” you said hugging him. “Come visit?”

“Of course!” He said before nodding goodbye to Tom and walking off. 

Tom wrapped his arm tightly around your waist. To tight. “Tom, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing, darling.” He said. 

Next approached Jack Gilinksy. “Hey Y/L/N! Been awhile since you’ve been in LA.”

“Gilinksy!” You squealed. You pulled out of Tom’s grasp to hug Jack. “I know, but he’s keeping me in the UK! Speaking of him, this is Tom.” 

Jack approached your obviously irritated boyfriend. “You treating my girl right? Cause if you aren’t she’s got me, Cam (Dallas), Nash (Grier), and Shawn (Mendes) to beat your ass.”

Tom glared at him. “She’s not your girl. And fuck yeah I’m treating her right. She’s not with Magcon anymore Gilinsky, she’s a celebrity now. So fuck off.”

“I’ve known her longer than you, watch yourself. He’s good to you?” Jack asked turning to you. 

You nodded. “He loves me and I love him. Well, I love more when he doesn’t act like this.” Someone called Jacks name and he said bye then turned to leave. “Tom! What. Is. Wrong.”

“Jack called you his girl, then he threatened to beat me up! Your MY GIRL.” He said, his eyes lit up with rage.

You placed a light kiss on his thin lips. “I’m his girl and your girl, two different meanings. I’m your girlfriend. And I’m like his sister. But I fuck you and I don’t fuck him. So you obviously have the upper hand. Now, I want you to suck it up and deal with it.”

He laughed a little. And then Asa Butterfield approached you. Tom knew you liked British guys, so he always thought he was a little better than American guys. There was one problem, Asa was British. And he was being very flirty.


That little shit, Ala or Asa or whatever is hitting on my girlfriend. “Um, baby?”

“One sec. Asa telling me this hilarious story from the set.” Y/N said holding a finger up at me. Ugh, she got a little feisty earlier and it turned me on. And that dress she was wearing showed off her curves. The more I looked at her and thought about her the more I got turned on. 

“Ok bye, Asa! We have to go.” I picked her up, not caring about the looks I was getting and put her in the car.


“Fuck!” You said as he pulled out of you. He pulled your naked body close to his. “Damn, I like this jealous Tom.”

He laughed a little. “I’m sorry about how I acted, I just love you too much.”



(HEY HEY HEY~ SOLDIER MADI HERE 😁👌 I TOOK A NOTICE THAT MORE PEOPLE ARE DIGGIN MY HEADCANON, SOOO. Here’s another Rfa headcanon thingy. V and Saeran included. (P.s; I’ll probably never not include V and Saeran because let’s be real here..they’re poppin fresh.))



Surprisingly, he was the one who suggested you watch a horror film. Poor lil cinnamon roll was afraid he wasn’t manly enough, so, he decided to prove he could handle it.

He couldn’t.

Half way through it, this boy was shaking so bad, you could feel the couch rattling?? Like? Calm down?

Of course, you were there to give him comfort, rather than the other way around. Nonetheless, you still enjoyed yourself.

“Yoosung, open your eyes..! Look, I promise. The blood practically looks like ketchup. It’s not that bad!”




When you suggested a horror movie, he wasn’t really phased by it. Stuff like this never bothered him. He knew it was fake.

So, there you two were. Snuggled up on the couch, (with Elizabeth 3rd, of course.) watching a mild horror movie.

Even though it was mild, it had its moments. Occasionally you would jump up a bit, and Jumin would lightly tighten his grip on you every time.

While you were anticipating the jump scares, Jumin was analyzing e v e r y t h i n g.


“Can’t you tell? The moment he got to this town, he should’ve realized it wasn’t any good. The guy in the back gave it away.”

“What guy?!”



Let’s be real, you two are going to criticize the whole movie.

You aren’t even scared. You two more than likely picked an old, cheesy horror film.

Originally, you were going to actually take it seriously, and quietly watch the movie. Luciel had better plans.

He would start making stupid jokes about the characters obvious faults, and pointing out how fake everything looked.

Soon, you just had to join in with him. I mean, come on. This movie is s h i t.

“Did he just run into the zombies arms? Are you kidding me?”

“I didn’t know we were watching a roma- oh. Well that happened.”

“What an idiot.”

“That would be you, thoug- OW DONT HIT ME! UHM? BOYFRIEND ABUSE??”



Zen must have made a horror musical.

Since it was new, she was one of the first people to get a hold of it..and boy, was she happy.

You just couldn’t say no when she had asked you to watch it with her that night. I mean, come on. LOOK AT THAT LIL GAEHEE FACE, AWH.

So, you two cuddled up in some bean bag chairs, sharing a big bowl of popcorn.

You both ended up feeding a little bit to each other when the other was too busy drooling over Zen’s abs. (Mostly Jaehee.)

Ends up with one of you falling asleep on the other before the movie is done.

More than likely you on her. (Kink)

“(Y/N)! Even as a hairy werewolf..ohh, he truly is a beast…wait..(Y/N)?”


“Oh! So cute..I guess we’ll be sleeping down here, tonight..good night, (Y/N)..”




Zen would be trying to play it cool throughout the entire thing.

He’d keep making small remarks on how it was “o so predictable.” Eventually, you got tired of these little comments, and decided to give him something that wasn’t predictable.

You’d lean over, acting as if you wanted to cuddle..then..


You’d let out an ear piercing (w̸a̸r̸r̸i̸o̸r̸ c̸r̸y̸) screech, tackling him into a hug.

Let’s just say, he was a little bit more than frightened.


“This is so damn predictable.”

“Yeah..I guess you’re- SCREEECHH”

“(Y/N)!!! DO NOT DO THAT! God…you know what? I just might have to punish you for that, baby girl~”

“You- I- OH”



Can he even see what’s happening, tho?

You’re probably going to be bored, and suggest you watch a horror movie in spirit of Halloween (you’re feeling extra SpOoPy)

This lil pastel cutie will agree instantly. If it makes you happy, then he’s 420% up for it.

You two will probably be the calmest out of everyone else, staying quiet while you watch it. Of course, you’ll have the occasional dialogue.

He’ll wrap his arms around you, snuggling his face into you, since he can’t really see the movie all that well, anyways.

If you get even a little scared, hE IS LITERALLY SO COMFORTING LIKE, Y e S.

“I hear more suspenseful music in the back ground. Get ready, don’t be too scared, (Y/N).”

“Crap, how did you hear that? All I hear is that stupid win- OH DEAR GOD.”

“I warned you..oh..come closer, it’s okay, (Y/N)..”



He picked the movie, and let’s just say you are more screwed than America.

He just HAD to pick the scariest movie he could get his hands on.

10/10 will tell you to hakuna your Tatas when you start flipping your shit. (Not literally but.)

Like, how can you handle that?

But, not to fret..he’s surprisingly more comforting than you imagined.

He will pull a fluffy blanket over you both, doing his best to cover your eyes when he thought something overly scary was going to happen.

When it’s all over, he’s probably going to want to cuddle you all night, at least until you both fall asleep..just to insure neither of you get a nightmare.

“I don’t even know if I can fall asleep now, thank you very much.”

“Mmm~ then stay with me tonight. I promise I can keep you safe. Just..Trust me?”

He Who Would Be King

(Negan x Reader)

Request:  Can you please make an AU Negan where he is a king and reader has and arranged marriage with him and at first they don’t feel anything towards each other and they just have to consume their marriage (pls some smut) and after some time he grows found of her? Sry it’s so long

Warnings: smut

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk

The throne room suddenly looked more intimidating than it had ever before. You had been here with your father before, travelling to other kingdoms was part of being a princess. This time though, you didn’t come as a guest.
Never had you thought you’d end up like this. Your father had always giving you every freedom possible and you knew if the political situation wouldn’t be so bad, he’d never have arranged for this. Still, you couldn’t help but feel angry and betrayed. From all the people you had to marry him! This whole thing wasn’t fair. The man was a brute, rude and savage and you absolutely disliked him in every way.  
“Your highness.” You bow down as the doors finally open, showing the king, your soon to be husband. Of course he was late.
“Y/N.” He nods, not showing much interest in you at all, “Simon will show you your room. The wedding will take place later this evening.”
One of his man escorts you out of the room, leading you along the cold, dark corridors until he stops in front of a room.
“Were here.” He says, pointing to the door before taking his leave.
You already hated everything about this place and had only been here for half a day.

You hadn’t been looking forward to the wedding but now you wished the celebration never would have ended because you dreaded what came after.
The room was clouded in darkness, apart from the light shinning through the windows. You lay in bed, awaiting your fate that was soon to come.
Your heart jumps when the door opens and you see the outlines of your husband, entering the room.  
The bed shifts when he sits down next to you, his cold hands moving along the side of your body.
“Are you ready?”
“No but it’s not like I have a say in the matter anyway.”
“Glad to see you’re as excited about this as I am.” He says sarcastically with a low chuckle, “I would have avoided this if it was possible…on the other hand I do like to fuck you even if I don’t like you.”
“You’re a disgusting brute!” You hiss, scrunching up your nose in disgust.
“So I’ve been told.” You can hear the smirk in his voice, clearly enjoying himself more than he should.
His hands move under your dress, grabbing your breasts and moving his thumbs over your nipples. You squirm under his touch, starting to get turned on by his touch even though he barely started. One of his hands move further down, pulling your panties down. His fingers move between your wet folds, lightly rubbing your clit for a moment before he pulls his fingers back. You almost let out a sigh at the loss of friction but know better than to make a noise. You didn’t want to let him have the satisfaction he’d get out of it.
“Do try to enjoy yourself darling.” He tells you before thrusting into you with force, drawing out a loud whimpering sound from you.
He moves his hips in a fast rhythm, his cock hitting a spot deep within you, that leaves you a moaning mess in no time. Not the way you had planned things to be but he made you feel too good. So good you didn’t care about anything anymore.
“Negan…” You whimper, warm feelings rushing through you.
“Fuck…” He groans and grabs your legs, moving them up to your shoulders. The new angle lets you feel him even deeper and you start moaning uncontrollably as he keeps pounding into you. He pulls out almost completely only to slam back in moments later, burying his cock balls deep inside you.
You clench around him, your orgasm finally reaching its peak until you can’t hold back anymore. He twitches inside you, spilling his hot cum deep inside you moments later with a groan. 

When you woke up in the morning he was gone, which left you feeling a slight sting but it wasn’t like you had expected him to stay and cuddle with you.
Being alone and bored you took a book from one of the shelves and plopped down on the couch, easily getting lost in the words.
“I didn’t knew you read.” The voice startles you because you hadn’t heard him come in.
“You don’t know anything about me if we’re being honest here.”
“True…” He sits down next to you, papers in hand and starts going through them, “Don’t let me distract you.”
You had gone back to your reading, almost forgetting Negan was even there until you felt his hand in your hair, softly twirling your locks around his finger. Curious, you look over to him but he’s still focused on his paper, probably not realizing what he’s doing.
“Hmh… not now baby, I’m busy.”  
You blush at the nickname but thankfully he’s not looking up to see your bright red face. Since he is still playing with your hair, you move closer, resting your head on his shoulder. He puts his arm around you, letting you cuddle up to him, nestling into his side.
The warm fuzzy feeling you felt deep in your stomach was hard to ignore. Something had changed. You weren’t madly in love but your initial disdain for the man was gone, replaced by something else. What exactly that was, you weren’t sure yet.

Ahkmenrah x Reader: Bluebeard

I don’t own the image or Night at the Museum.  Other than that, enjoy!

“I’m telling you, that has to be one of the freakiest movies I’ve ever seen!” Nicky shuddered.  You and him had just returned from seeing Krampus, and he was still freaked out.  You, on the other hand, weren’t impressed by the film.  “Like, thank God it was just a movie!”

“Actually, it’s a myth.”

“What?” Nicky turned to you.

“Krampus.  He’s an actual myth.  He takes bad children on Christmas and beats them with sticks.” You said nonchalantly.  Nicky’s eyes bulged out and he looked around nervously.

“You don’t think he’ll be here one day, do you?”  You rolled your eyes.

“He’s not real, Nicky.”

“Yeah, well neither was Lancelot, and he almost destroyed the Tablet.” You shook your head and went back to texting.  Ahkmenrah came in a moment later.  

“What are we talking about?” He smiled and sat down.

“Y/N’s being terrifying again.”


“We went to see Krampus.”  Ahkmenrah opened his mouth.  “Don’t ask.  I won’t sleep for weeks.  Anyways.  We went to the movie.  And Y/N’s not freaked out by it.”

“Really?  That’s amazing,” Ahkmenrah looked at you in admiration.

“No, it’s not amazing.  This guys abducts and beats bad little kids with sticks and she’s just like, ‘nah it’s cool.’”

“It’s not that bad, Nicky.” Ahkmenrah said.

“I highly doubt it.”

“No really; it’s not that bad.”

“Well what could be worse?”

“Shesmu.” Ahkmenrah said simply.

“Bless you.” You said.  Ahkmenrah looked at you and you shrugged.

“Shesmu is one of my gods.  He greeted the good in the afterlife by serving them wine.”

“That’s not so bad.” Nicky said.

“I’m not done yet.  He served them wine made from the heads of the evil.”

“Seriously?!”  Nicky shouted.  

“That’s so gross!” You laughed.

“How are you laughing about this?!”  

“Because it’s not bad, and I can prove it!”

“You people are insane,” Nicky said.  He still listened though.

“When I was little my grandparents told me stories of Bluebeard.  He was a man with—”

“A blue beard?”

“Yes.  Now shut up.” You threw your shoe at Nicky, which hit him in the shoulder.  “He was considered ugly and asked a local noblewoman to give him one of her two daughters to marry.  At first neither wanted to because he had been married many times before but no one knew what happened to his wives.  But after a week of partying, the youngest decided to marry him.  A month into the marriage, Bluebeard had to go away on business, but he told his new wife to have as much fun as she wanted.  He gave her two keys, the big one for all the rooms, and the small one for a closet.  He said she could go anywhere in the house she wanted, but if she ever went into the closet she’d be punished.  With that, Bluebeard left.”

“I have a bad feeling about this.” Nicky said.  Ahkmenrah hushed him and urged you to continue.

“Well, the wife’s friends all came over and were amazed at how much wealth she had.  While they looked around the house, the wife thought about the closet.  She was worried about her husband’s warnings, but wanted to see what was inside.  Eventually the curiosity became to great and she opened the closet.  Inside…WERE BODIES!” You shouted the last part.  Nicky let out a very unmanly yelp and Ahkmenrah laughed.  “They were the bodies of all of his previous wives.  She locked up the closet and ran back to her room.  Her key was covered in blood, and no matter how much she washed it, it would not come off.  When Bluebeard came home, he asked for the key.  Eventually the wife returned it to him.  He asked why blood was on it, but she said she didn’t know.  He didn’t believe her, and accused her of opening the closet.  He told her he would kill her, but she asked for time to pray. While Bluebeard left her to pray, she called for her sister Anne, begging her to send their brothers to save her.  Eventually, Bluebeard lost his patience and called for his wife so he could kill her.  Her sister told her that her brothers were coming, but were still a long ways off. Bluebeard grabbed his wife by the hair, and prepared to cut off her head.  She begged for more praying time, but he refused.  Just before he could kill her, knocks sounded at the door and two officers strode in.  Bluebeard tried to run, but was killed before he could get far.  With Bluebeard gone and no children, the wife inherited his riches.”  You finished.  Nicky had left during the story, but Ahk was giving you his full attention.  You blushed at his stare.   “So yeah.” You said awkwardly.  “Krampus isn’t that bad.”

“That…was amazing, Y/N!” Ahkmenrah exclaimed with a grin.  “Do you have any more?”  He asked eagerly.  You laughed.

“Honey, I’m German.  I have tons.”

Thanks to foxinforestofstars for requesting this one!

This is probably gonna be my last ym piece for a lil while T^T I’m gonna miss drawing these guys ;__;

But I just had this random thought of Jimin helping Yoongi with his lyrics. Whenever yg gets a verse finished, jm will sing it back to him to help him realise if he’s made any mistakes or could improve something. But even when yg realises he could improve, he still loves how jm sings them and just sits there with that adoring look on his face

or they’re writing a duet together or something but the key part is they’re songwriting, Jimin is singing and Yoongi just can’t get over how amazing Jimin is

that’s phrased really bad but idk hopefully you get the gist of it.

or maybe someone who’s literate can help me out here idk words aren’t my thing

  • RotomDex: Mimikyu: Its actual appearance is unknown. A scholar who saw what was under its rag was overwhelmed by terror and died from the shock.
  • Me: Dude, he's right here.
  • Mimikyu: "sad noises"
  • Me: And that seems like an exaggeration. Here let me show you.
  • Dex: Don't do it. You don't know what he looks like.
  • Me: He'll look like a friend. 'lifts up disguise'
  • ~~~5 seconds later~~~
  • Me: See? Was that so bad. 'hugging Mimikyu without the disguise'
  • Dex: Well I guess it wasn't. I wonder who wrote that though?
  • ~~~In Kanto~~~
  • Blue: Gramps, the sun is still there. Please stop writing pokedex entries.

A while ago, I told the MML Group about an idea I had about Milo and Diogee and I wanted to share it here

Basically I feel like Diogee wasn’t adopted by the Murphy’s at a pet store, but he was an accident. Like part of Murphy’s Law. 

When Milo was still figuring out why all these bad things kept happening, this dog kept appearing and he was like 

 “Stop coming here! Leave me alone!” 

cause he thought he was dangerous to everyone.

 But, this dog kept coming to him. He didn’t know why, but the dog walked over to him and licked his face. Milo kept looking around to see if anything would happen to this dog, but nothing did. He smiled down at the dog, hugged him and started to cry. 

 “..Thank you.” and that’s when he knew he wasn’t dangerous and decided to bring him home.

Kids everyday say, ‘my parents divorced too’ or ‘I lost a parent too’, or ‘I have a heart problem or a health condition too’, ‘I had a drug problem too’. They can all relate to every bad thing that has happened in my life. And they can see that I’m still here. They can see that I’m not perfect but that I got out of all that. I went from being 16 years old and living alone with nothing, to being 17 and living in a car, to being 18 and doing this. Now I’m 26 and I have a cosy loft in North Hollywood and I play in a rock band for a living. Anyone who has gone through stuff can look at that and go, ‘Wow – if he can do it, then so can I’.
I did a signing recently and a girl started crying, saying, ‘I wouldn’t be here without you, your music has saved me’. And I said, ‘I wouldn’t be sitting right here if it wasn’t for you’. She said, ‘What do you mean?’ so I said, ‘Where would this band be without our fans?’ I am where I am in my life because of them. If I’m not going to give anything back to them, then who the fuck am I? We do care, and we do take the time to do that stuff. I do stuff on my time that people will never know about.
—  Austin Carlile on relating to Of Mice & Men Fans
B.I | Jinhwan | Seungri | G-Dragon | Jimin Reaction || Girlfriend Waking Up In The Middle Of The Night Because She Had A Nightmare


He turned the night light on as soon as he woke up and turned towards you

“What’s wrong?”
Y/N: “I… I just had a nightmare…”
“You shouldn’t have nightmares with me around”

He hugged you and kissed your forehead. He left the nightlight on and let you lie on his arm so you could fall asleep easier before he, too, drifted off to sleep


His eyes were still closed, but he put his hand on your cheek and softly caressed it while whispering to you

“Did you have a nightmare? It’s ok now. I’m here with you”

You felt better as you snuggled up to him. Feeling his warmth took a lot of the fear away


“Look at me. It was just a bad dream~ You’ve got me here, and I’m one scary man. No one will hurt you or I will deal with them, you know?”

He looks into your eyes and gives you a small, yet reassuring smile.

“Sleep well”


“Hey, you can’t sleep?”
Y/N: “I had a nightmare…”
“Oh, poor thing… I want you to feel better”

He scoots closer to you and embraces you from the back, becoming the big spoon. He kisses your neck and tells you to think of him until you fall asleep


“I know what can help! Let’s have a quick cup of hot chocolate? I will hug and sing for you when you’re ready to sleep again, Okay?”

He proposes and goes to the kitchen to make both of you something warm and sweet to drink. After half an hour, both of you went back to bed and Jimin held you close to him and sung for you quietly like he promised

Hope you liked it~


From this request: please maybe one where moriarty is surprised that the reader is incredibly obsessed with the fact that hes a criminal, big n bad all that



Moriarty let himself into his high-end flat. Those who knew him as a consulting criminal probably assumed he lived in a dungeon or evil lair. But that was not Moriarty’s style. He preferred comfortable furniture and elegant decorations. After all, he was a villain with style, class. He deserved to be surrounded by things that reflected his lifestyle.

You turned and looked up at him as he stepped into the flat. Even though you’d been around for many months, it still always surprised Moriarty to find that you were still here.

“Hello, James,” you said with a smile. You stood and helped Moriarty out of his coat, hanging it up on the hook next to the door. “Would you like some tea?”

“Not right now, Y/N.” Moriarty sat on the couch, watching as you perched on the cushion next to him.

“What have you been up to today?” you asked, studying him.

“You know I can’t tell you. If something were to happen to me and you were to be questioned, I don’t want you to be guilty by association.”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” you said, scooting closer to him. “You’re much too smart to get caught.”

Moriarty placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “But I’m going up against the great Sherlock Holmes.”

“He’s not as great as you.”

Moriarty chuckled. “You are a strange thing, aren’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Everyone else in this godforsaken city is tripping over themselves to worship the ‘great detective’. He’s becoming bigger than God.”

“Good guys are overrated,” you said. “The criminals… those are the real masterminds. Those are the real geniuses. If people weren’t so stuck on ‘good’ and ‘bad’, they’d be able to see that.”

Moriarty studied you for a moment. “Look at me.”

You turned, staring up at him with large, dewy eyes. “What?”

“You want to know what my greatest treasure is? The best heist I’ve ever pulled?”

“The Mona Lisa?”

Moriarty snorted. “That overrated painting? Please.”

“The Venus di Milo?”

“Guess again.”

“Sherlock’s sanity?”

Moriarty chuckled. “Close.”

“Then what?”

Moriarty leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. He pulled away slightly, his eyes finding yours. “You,” he breathed.

“I’m not–”

“You are.”

Moriarty leaned you back against the couch, his body covering yours. He normally wasn’t a very sexual creature but there was something… intoxicating about you. Perhaps it was the way that you practically worshipped the criminal in him. Perhaps it was the way you held some sort of understanding about him, for him. He’d had playthings before but… you were different.

Moriarty pulled your clothes from you, revealing a masterpiece greater than any painting or sculpture. He began to kiss his way down your figure. “Your body rivals the Greek goddesses.”

“James,” you moaned. Your fingers laced through his hair.

“Although,” he whispered, kissing lower and lower. “I’m still not sure who the true mastermind here is.”

“What do you mean?”

He looked up at you, a sparkle in his eyes. “I’m not sure if I’ve stolen you or you’ve stolen me.”

You smiled at him. “You’re the greatest criminal of our generation, of many generations. That’s why I love you.”


The two of you laid in a pile of limbs on the couch, you on top of Moriarty. He’d pulled the blanket down from the back of the couch, covering you for a sense of modesty, even though no one else was around.

“I have something for you,” he said, carefully reaching down. He found his pants (a small part of him was slightly worried about wrinkles, but… you were more important at the moment) and pulled a small packet from his pocket. He handed it to you.

You carefully pulled the string from the paper envelope, finding a shiny ring inside. “James, what…”

“First, I want you to know that I didn’t steal it. I bought it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Second… I meant what I said earlier. About you being the greatest treasure in my collection. And I have no intention of returning you.”

“You never return any of the things you take.”

“So why should you be any different?” Moriarty smiled, that strange little glint in his eye. “So… will you marry me?”

“Of course,” you said, gently kissing him. “You’ve stolen me, all of me, mind, body, and soul. I’m all yours, until the end of time.”

Kylo Ren Imagine

Originally posted by reylooo

“Imagine Kylo tries to make you smile after a bad day.”
> Requested by Anon.♡<

Kylo knew that something was up with you when you entered his quarters. You normally had a pretty smile on your lips when you saw each other but today you looked just stressed and kinda sad.
„Y/N, is something wrong? Has something happened ? You don‘t look happy.“
You shrugged. „I just had a bad day.“
Kylo looked a bit concerned. He gently ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a kiss on your forehead but you still looked unhappy.
„Anything I can do to make your day better ?“
„Not really.“
Kylo thought about some possibilities to make you happy.
„Wait here Y/N, I‘ll be right back.“
You wondered why Kylo stormed off so fast but you decided to wait.

He returned after a few minutes with the cat of Hux, Millicent.
„Oh god Kylo, is this-“
„It is ! I stole Hux‘s cat so you can cuddle with her.“
He walked over to you and placed Millicent on your lap before he sat down next to you. You looked shocked at Kylo but he just grinned.
„Can you imagine Hux‘s face when Millicent is missing ? I bet he destroys some planets in his anger or fights some Troops. I also bet that he loses against the Stormtrooper.“
Kylo‘s words and the imagination of Hux made you giggle. You petted Millicent‘s head and her purr was kinda relaxing.
„So, now after stealing the cat for you, can I get at least a little smile ?“
You looked at Kylo to give him the smile he asked for. Millicent and the effort he did for you really brightened your day.
„That‘s how I like you best, Y/N, I want you to be happy.“
He put his arm around you and played with your hair, then he gave you a kiss on your cheek.

Figure It Out

Summary: The Gallaghers had been wondering why Mickey Milkovich is sleeping on the floor next to Ian’s bed.

Word Count: 1297

“So why do you sleep on Ian’s floor?” Carl says to Mickey as he tries burning a doll in the microwave.

Mickey scoffs. “Wife problems.”

“Y’know we have a couch you can sleep on,” Carl turns Mickey, who is avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room.

Mickey shifts in his seat. “Please,” he snorts. “Where’s fucking Frank gonna go when he stumbles home drunk another night. Anyway the floor isn’t too bad.”

“Still,” Lip chimes in. “You do have a house to go home to, and you can just make up with Svetlana. So why are you here?”

“Firecrotch told me I can stay here,” Mickey is still looking down but there’s a venom in his voice.

“Didn’t even know you two were friends, now that I think of it,” Fiona says.

“We work together–”

Mickey’s voice gets cut off by Ian walking in the house. When the room becomes awkwardly silent, Ian looks around at their faces. After seeing the uncomfortable look on his secret boyfriend’s face, he walks to the staircase. “C’mon, Mick. I found something that I wanna show you!”

Mickey shrugs but follows Ian up the stairs. He’d never admit how thankful he was for the redheads presence in that moment.

When the other’s heard the bedroom door slam, they sent Carl to go listen to their conversation. Curiosity was flying through the air.

Luckily the bedroom door doesn’t shut all the way so Carl can peep through the crack. He notices familiarity between the boys and wonders how they’ve become so close.

“What were they saying to you?” Ian asks sympathetically.

“Askin’ why I’m sleeping on your floor. Maybe it’s too suspicious,” he says quietly.

“No. I need you here, Mick.” He steps closer to the older boy. “I need you here,” he whispers.

Mickey nods and inches himself so close to Ian that their bodies are nearly touching. Suddenly Mickey reaches for the back of Ian’s neck and pulls his head down so their foreheads are resting together. “Make ‘em back off a bit, alright?”

Carl has never heard Mickey speak with such softness in his voice.

“You’re safe here, Mickey.” Ian says softly. “They won’t tell anyone.”

With that Mickey backs up and starts pacing. “I can’t, Ian,” he says guiltily.

Carl has never been so confused in his life, which is saying a lot because he’s always confused. How fucking close are these two? Tell them what? He also realizes that this is the first time he’s ever heard Mickey call him by his first name.

Ian wants to argue, but after seeing the stress in the other boys face, he holds back. “Okay.”

Mickey comes over to kiss Ian’s forehead. “One day, I promise.”

Carl’s eyes widen and he backs up. He decides to let the boys have their privacy and doesn’t tell his siblings what he saw.

* * *

As Fiona makes her way down the stairs the next morning she hears Mickey talking so she peeks her head around the corner. She see Mickey holding Liam and rocking him back and forth. She steps back a bit and sneakily watches what is going on in front of her.

“Your brother decided it was a good idea to let me watch you this morning, bud,” Mickey says to the toddler.

Liam laughs but doesn’t say anything. Mickey finds himself being pretty fond of the youngster, which is another thing he would never admit.

“He seems to think that I’m actually a good person, unlike anyone else,” Mickey snorts. “I’m going to try to prove that he’s right.”

“Eee-an,” Liam says.

Mickey smiles genuinely. “Yeah, Ian,” He laughs. “Ian’s pretty great, isn’t he?”

Fiona cannot believe the words coming out of the Milkovich boy’s mouth. She thinks he sounds starstruck.

A few moments later, Ian comes walking in the door. He greets the dark haired boy and takes his younger brother into his arms. “Whatcha been doing with him?” Ian asks Mickey.

“Tellin’ him how fucking great you are,” Mickey says. Fiona’s jaw drops at the tone in his voice, it sounds loving.

She hears Ian laugh and regains her attention on the the two boys. Then she sees the most unexpected sight, which was Ian and Mickey kissing.

“Love you,” Ian smiles into Mickey’s mouth.

“Yeah, you fucking better. I get scared you’re gonna pick up and leave again whenever you go on your runs in the morning,” Mickey looks down bashfully as Ian puts Liam in his high chair.

“Hey,” Ian grabs Mickey’s face so that he can’t look away. “I told you I’m not fucking leaving you again.”

Mickey nods. “If you do I’ll find you, cut your fucking dick off, and shove it down your throat,” he says with no real threat in his voice.

“I’m never leaving again, Mick. I promise.” Then Ian places a quick kiss on the other boy’s lips and backs up so he can make breakfast.

“I love you too, y’know,” Mickey watches the redhead.

“I know.” A big smile flashes across his face.

Fiona waits a few moments to make her presence known. She doesn’t want the boys to think she heard their conversation, and on top of that, she needs a few moments to process everything. Fiona can’t help but think her brother deserves more than Mickey Milkovich, but at the same time, she realizes she doesn’t know him all that well besides the fact that he’s the Southside thug.

When she comes down, she sees Mickey pushing Ian out of the way. “You’re burning the fucking pancakes! I’ll do it.” Ian raises his hands in defeat and sits at the kitchen table.

“You’re making breakfast?” Fiona raises her eyebrows.

“I know how to cook,” Mickey scoffs. “I’m not that stupid.”

Lip rudely laughs as he walks down the stairs. “You fuckin’ look it.”

Mickey flips him off and says, “Fuck you, asshole.”

Once Mickey is done making the pancakes all of the kids are downstairs along with Kev and V who decided to come over when they heard Mickey was cooking. He puts all the pancakes on the counter and instructs everyone to get their own food, but he gets two plates for himself and Ian, which only Fiona and Carl notice.

Mickey hands Ian the plate he put together for him and sits down next to the redheaded boy. Fiona watches as the boys get caught up in their own private conversation. She can’t help but smile at the happiness she sees in her brother.

Once breakfast is finished, Ian and Mickey make their way upstairs leaving the rest of the Gallaghers plus Kev and V in the kitchen together. She studies their faces and decides to say what’s on her mind. “Mickey and Ian are together. I was kind of eavesdropping this morning and heard them claim their love to each other,” she speaks quietly. Kev and V are the only ones who seem surprised.

“Well, duh,” Debbie says. “They hold hands under the table everyday.”

“I saw it yesterday when you guys made me sneak upstairs to spy on them,” Carl replies.

“It’s been going on for three years,” Lip blurts out. Everyone’s jaw drops in astonishment. “What? Ian told me after the first few hookups.”

“Shit,” V says.

Lip nods. “I still think Mickey’s using him for sex because he can’t find any other gay kid in the Southside, but it seems like they have a steady relationship.”

Fiona shakes her head. “No, Lip, I really think Mickey is in love with Ian– like head over heels in love.”

“Holy fuck,” is all Kev can say.

Fiona holds back a grin as she thinks about how Mickey said he loved her brother. “As long as he’s happy and taken care of, it’s okay.”

Sherlock begins to laugh, which surprises John. It’s a nice laugh, long and low, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“What?” John asks, not quite frowning at him. “What’s so funny?”

“You and I,” Sherlock says, still chuckling. “Having this discussion. We may be the worst people qualified to determine what makes Christmas significant apart from the religious celebration associated. You could make it a blog post: Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Missing Christmas Spirit.”

John begins to laugh, too. “That’s not bad,” he admits. He looks over at the fire and sighs again without meaning to. “I suppose we are rather the blind leading the blind here.”

Sherlock gives him a long, thoughtful look. “Tell you what,” he proposes. “Let’s experiment. This year, we’ll do all of it. We’ll do everything associated with Christmas and see if we can’t solve the mystery.”

John looks at him in surprise. “Really?” he says, astounded by this suggestion.

Sherlock shrugs. “Why not? It seems important to you. It won’t hurt. We’ll investigate and see where the magic is, or if it’s all just a cruel hoax to teach children a longstanding life lesson that everything in life is a disappointment and a lie.

Okay, so here’s a mediocre picture of my big guy: you can’t really see from this angle, but he has several scales that are a really light, bright teal strewn across the darker parts, and they look like little stars! That’s why I named him Orion. He also has little spots here and there of a dark maroon, as you can see @ the base of his anal fin and mouth, and his front ventricle fins are all curly and white! Quirky part of him, but handsome nonetheless. 

Anyway, he’s adjusting quite well to his new home, and is energetic bordering on hyperactive, which is one of the reasons why I haven’t been able to get very many pictures. Constantly patrolling the tank or playing in the bubble stream from the little air rock I put in the far corner. At first I was worried the bubbles and the current from his filter (which I’ve baffled using a clean disposable shot glass lol) would be too strong for him, but even though there are a bunch of sheltered, still areas, he still spends most of his time swimming around in the choppier parts, so I guess he likes the workout. All in all, Orion is a very spunky, curious and somewhat jumpy guy and I’m glad I adopted him!

Bad Teeth [Sherlock Holmes x Reader]

Author’s Note: This is another one of those times where I’m posting something I’d written long ago, for the sake of posting. I did want to write a fic today but of course, homework comes first, and part of my homework involves writing a lot of poetry, which depleted my creativity for the day! And now I’m very tired. I need to watch season 4 of Sherlock still. When I have the time. So then I can maybe start writing new things for the lovely detective.

Word Count: 298

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Sidney Crosby #1

Requested by Anon: smut with sid?

*As usual, this is funny and STEAMY because you guys know how I am with smut. I hope you still enjoy this though. :)*

Word count: 864

Originally posted by sidsgirl87

You closed the door gently and put your index finger against your lip, “shh.”

Sidney had a look of surprise on his face for a few seconds before looking around the room, “what are you doing here?”

You sauntered sexily towards him, “visiting my boyfriend,” you shrugged, a smile playing on your lips, “is it bad?”

“It’s not even visiting hours yet.”

You rolled your eyes, “Are you doubting my charm?”

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