his eyes are so mesmerizing

Request: Hi! Would it okay to make a request? Ivar x Reader have a really nasty argument right before Ivar has to sail away for a raid or something which leads to make up sex when he gets back? Sorry! I really adore you Ivar x Reader’s!

Note: The argument got a little more intense then I had intended when I started this. I hope you still like it, nony.

Warning: Contains rough smut and some violence.


“This is delicious.“  Ivar said, mouth still full of food. “Did you cook it or the slaves?”

You smiled at him. “I did. I don’t need any slaves to take care of me.”

“And you think I do?” He replied with grin.

“Well, I don’t know. Do you, son of Ragnar Lothbrok, prince of Kattegat?”

“Of course not. I just prefer not to waste time on cooking and such things. And you make it sound like I was sitting on a throne all day long, having servants tending to all my wishes.”

“Is that not what you do?” You said, giving him a mischievous grin from across the table.

He groaned and threw one of his potatoes at you. “Shut up!”

You ducked under the flying potato. “I’m just worried that no one will feed you the next few weeks.”

“Then maybe you should change your mind and come with me.”

Your grin faded and you got serious. “You know there’s nothing I want more but my father has gotten so sick and since mother died there’s no one else to take care of him.”

“I know. But I will miss you.”

You reached across the table and put your hand on his cheek. “Promise me you’ll come back to me.”

He placed his hand on yours. “Always.”

You smiled at each other and you got lost in his mesmerizing blue eyes, like you had so many times in the past.

After a while Ivar broke the silence. “Speaking of coming back, where have you been all day? I’ve been looking for you and then I saw you coming out of the forest.”

“I’ve been helping your brother.”

“Which brother?” He asked and you did not miss a certain sharpness in his voice.


“Why are you spending so much time with Ubbe recently?” He wanted to know, his tone now clearly annoyed.

You rolled your eyes. Ivar could be so loving and caring when he wanted to but sometimes he acted like a child, especially when he was jealous of his brothers.

“He is building a house for himself and Margrethe, so I figured he could use some help.” You replied, unable to hide an unnerved undertone.

“If you help him with his house then what have you been doing in the forest?”

“We’ve been cutting trees.”

“And was Margrethe also there?”

“No she wasn’t. She had other stuff to do. What are all these questions?” You were starting to lose your patience.

Ivar’s eyes narrowed. “So you’ve spend the whole day in the forest, alone with my brother. And you want me to believe you’ve been cutting trees?”

“What else would we’ve been doing, Ivar? Hmm? You tell me.” Your voice coming out louder and more angry than you had intended.

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking you.” He replied, his voice seeming completely calm, but you knew him well enough to know that it was very likely just the quiet before the storm. But you could not care for that now because your own anger was starting to cloud your mind. How could he dare to accuse you of such things?

“You know what, Ivar? Think whatever you want. I’m tired of your mood changing from one second to the next for no reason. If you want to go ahead and play the spoiled little prince that’s fine, but do it with someone else because I’m really tired of it.”

You saw Ivar’s eyes become dark with anger and immediately regretted your words but it was too late to take them back.

Ivar leaned over the table. “You are mine. You better don’t forget that.” He hissed.

You also leaned forward so that your face was just inches from his. His jaw was clenched and his eyes dark like the stormy sea. He radiated such anger that it scared you a bit, but you were a Viking, you were taught to never let your fear show.

“I don’t belong to anyone. You better don’t forget that.” You spat, echoing his words.

You could see him clenching his jaw even harder and releasing a stiff breath, fighting to keep control over himself. He seemed to have lost that battle because the next moment his arm shot towards you and before you could react his hand closed around your throat.

“You are mine.” He repeated, voice shaking with anger.

You tried to move away from him but his fingers were digging into the sides of your neck, giving you no chance to escape. Your air stream was completely blocked and your hands clutched around his, trying to open his grip but he was way too strong for you. As little shadows began to dance in front of your eyes you started to panic, your body demanding the air he was no longer able to get. As you let out a strangled noise, Ivar’s anger twisted face changed into a look of utter shock. It was as if he was waking up. He stared at your face, then down to his hand on your throat and very slowly his grip softened. He let go of you completely and quickly withdraw his hand as if he had burned it, his face now full of terror.

“Y/N, I….”

As the fear left your body the anger came back.

“Get out of here.” You hissed, your voice raspy, the words burning in your throat.



You had made sure he had no chance of seeing you again until he left the next morning with his warriors. You knew that Ivar had moments like this, when his anger took over and he completely lost control, you had seen it happen more then once. But so far it had never happened with you. You had trusted him, felt completely save in his presence. You knew it was stupid but there was a feeling of betrayal inside you, you couldn’t get rid of. Of course you’ve had arguments before, the kind of arguments that made everyone else flee out of the room, not wanting to become casualties while you two released earthquakes and thunderstorms. But he had never hurt or really scared you before. And now you weren’t sure if you could forgive him.

But as the weeks passed you had to admit to yourself that you missed Ivar. You were worried about him, even more than usual. If something happened to him, your last conversation would have been the worst argument you ever had.

One evening you were sitting in your hut, taking out your braids and humming some melody that was stuck in your head as you heard a noise behind you. You turned in your chair and your eyes grew wide in surprise. Ivar was leaning against the door frame, supported by his crutches. You hadn’t heard him open the door. Your first impulse was to run to him and sink into his arms but you still  weren’t sure if you had forgiven him. It took you all your inner strength to keep any emotion from your face as you looked at him. He had a crooked grin on his face but as you didn’t react at all and just kept looking at him, you could see some insecurity grow in his eyes. After a moment though, he gained back control and his grin only grew wider.

“Are you not going to ask me in?”

“Where’s the point when you are in already?” You replied, struggling to keep your voice neutral. “I didn’t know you were back.”

“We just arrived about half an hour ago.” He slowly crossed the room and stopped in front of your bed. “Come here. I’ve missed you.”

Your eyes narrowed. You couldn’t believe he could be so ignorant. “Don’t think you can command me to do anything!”

His grin came back to his face, just a hint of evil arrogance in it. “But you want to. I can see it in your eyes.”

He was right. Although you were still mad at him your body longed for his. You wanted nothing more than to feel his skin on yours, to be as close to him as you could possibly get. It made you angry that he had such an effect on you. And it made you even angrier that he knew it and that he knew how to use it against you. You stood up so fast that your chair toppled over. You went over to Ivar and stood in front of him, eyes blazing with anger.

“Don’t you dare to tell me what I want.”

His grin didn’t fade one bit. “Not even when it’s that obvious? You want me, Y/N. There’s no point in denying that.”

You hated him so much that moment, mostly for being right. You somehow had to let your anger vent and pushed against his chest with both hands, harder than you had intended to. Ivar lost his balance and as he fell backwards he let go of his crutches and grabbed your arms, pulling you down with him. You heard the crutches clatter on the floor as you fell down on the bed. Ivar quickly rolled over so that he was on top of you.

“Get off me!” You hissed and pushed against his chest.

Ivar just smirked at you and caught your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head. Then he moved his hips so that they rocked against yours. You could feel heat shoot through your body like liquid fire and fought hard to suppress a moan. But Ivar didn’t stop, he kept grinding his hips against yours and the need to feel more of him grew bigger and bigger inside your stomach, causing your breathing to come quick and heavy.

He chuckled at you. “See? So stop struggling and let me give you what you want anyways.”

You gave him an angry hiss but had to admit defeat. He must have seen it in your eyes and placed his lips on yours, kissing you hungrily while one of his hands slid under your dress and up your thigh. He let his fingers slowly travel across your folds and gave you an satisfied yet amused grin as he found you already soaking wet. Then his lips were back on yours and he slipped one finger between your folds. You moaned into his mouth as he started to move it up and down, hitting your clit with every move. His other hand found one of your breasts and started to knead it but he quickly became annoyed by the fabric getting in his way and he retrieved his hand from between your thighs. You whimpered at the loss and he smirked, clearly pleased with himself. For a moment he fiddled with the stings that held your dress together, but soon lost his patience and just ripped it apart. He hurried to slide the fabric down your body and then discarded it to the floor. He quickly undressed himself and you took a moment to cherish the view. You adored the way the toned muscles on his shoulders and his chest worked as he moved back up to you.

“You still want me to leave?” He asked with a cocky grin.

“No.” You admitted.

“What do you want me to do then?”

You smiled and lifted your head from the pillow to kiss him again but he pushed you back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He rocked his hips again and now that you where both naked you could feel his hard cock rub against your thigh. You sighed, half in anticipation and half in defeat. You knew he wouldn’t stop until you said it out loud.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He gave you a nod as if to say See, it wasn’t that hard. Then he pushed your thighs apart to get better access. He was hovering over you, still pinning you to the bed, not allowing you much movement. He looked down at you and pushed himself inside you with one swift movement. You gasped at the exquisite sensation of him stretching your inner walls and your eyes flew shut. Ivar leaned down and bit your shoulder.

“Keep looking at me.” He cooed.

As you opened your eyes he started to move in and out of you. He didn’t bother to go slow and picked up his pace quite quickly, his trusts fast and hard. It didn’t take long until you squirmed in pleasure but he didn’t give you much room to move, his strong arms keeping you in place and reminding you who was is control. You wrapped your legs around his waist to allow him to go even deeper. As a reward he placed a sloppy kiss on your lips. As your pleasure increases you grind your hips against his, eager to meet his thrusts, while you loudly moan out his name. Ivar places one of his hands on the head of the bed to be able to push himself into your depths with even more force than before. With every thrust he hits a magical spot deep inside of you and you scream out his name so loud you probably wake up all your neighbors.

“You know you are mine.” Ivar growls without stopping his brilliant movements and in this moment you have neither the strength nor the will to disagree.

“Yes Ivar, I’m all yours.” You pant and smirks, even increasing his efforts to make you scream out his name.

You know you are close as you feel your whole body tense. And with one forceful thrust Ivar buries himself deep inside you and spills his hot liquids. The feel of Ivar’s seed filling you is enough to drive you over the edge. Waves of pleasure are rolling through you and your whole body is shaking. You ride out your orgasms together and then Ivar collapses onto you. For a long moment you just lie still. Both of you unable to move, bodies sticky with sweat.

As your breathing slows down a bit, Ivar rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He says, placing a kiss on your temple.

All you can manage is to hum in agreement, as you settle your head against his shoulder and close your eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep.” Ivar whispers into your ear. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Broken - Part 2

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Summary: Jensen and the reader had an amazing night…until the condom broke. Not happy with the way things went down, Jensen surprises the reader when he shows up at her house.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

Part 1

“The shit I get myself into.” Jensen grumbles to himself, absentmindedly grabbing the brim of his hat and spinning it around.

Tired and annoyed, Jensen’s at a standstill in the ice cream isle at Whole Foods. His greenish hazel eyes have been darting back and forth, trying to decide which brand of ice cream would be best for breakfast.

Inwardly groaning, the actor snaps his eyes shut realizing just how ridiculous that sounds. A fact like that should maybe deter him from pursuing a girl like you. Something perceived as cute and quirky could easily be a red flag in disguise. With his luck, you probably entertain some sick habit like collecting human teeth in the back of your closet.

Jensen’s ridiculous train of thought is interrupted by a text from Gen, thankfully she’s an early riser. He breathes a sigh of relief once your address is in his hands. It’s quickly chased away when a shit ton of nerves overtake him.

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BTS reaction to seeing you (idol!ex-girlfriend) crying after performing a song that reminds you of him

This was requested by @yona–hime. Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie


Ever since the breakup, he’d only thought about his own feelings in the matter, and how much he hurt. After seeing you performing the song you two would always play as you cooked dinner, he would realize that he wasn’t the only one hurting, and would probably try to work up the guts to talk to you.

Originally posted by rapdaegu


The both of you were tired of having to keep your relationship a secret, due to you being from to of the biggest groups in the k-pop industry. You had agreed mutually to break things off before they got more serious than they already were. He kept himself holed up in his studio during all of his free time in the aftermath, writing out his feelings, obviously not being able to confide in his members. He knew your group had a comeback, but he stayed away from the internet, not wanting to feel his heart break from watching your face on his computer screen. Your group’s first comeback stage was scheduled when they had a performance, making it inevitable for him to have to see you. The second he heard the first few notes, he was reminded of late nights in his studio, where you two would write music for fun, not planning on anyone ever hearing the lyrics created. He found himself right on the side of the stage, hanging onto every note, not missing the tears falling down your face at the end, no matter how much you tried to hide them. When your group moved to leave the stage, he quickly disappeared, not wanting you to see his own tears that were slipping out.

Originally posted by loveblushes


At the height of your passionate relationship, late nights were spent in the studio where you two would practice couple dances, ending the night in each other’s arms. During one of the end of year festivals, it was told that you would be performing one of those very dances with another male idol. Hoseok spent the time leading up to the festival trying to fight down his jealous feelings of how that was your song, your dance, it should be him performing it with you. During the actual festival, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for the duration of the performance. He was so mesmerized by you that he almost missed the tears rolling down your face as the lights went down. Out of habit, he immediately went in your direction, wanting to comfort you, feeling wetness on his own face as he moved.

Originally posted by hobiga


The two of you had met when he agreed to produce a song for BigHit’s new girl group. The two of you had short fling during the production of the song, up until it was time for your group to debut. The two of you had agreed from the beginning that your relationship couldn’t develop with both of you in the spotlight, so you parted ways shortly before your debut showcase. BTS had decided to go to the showcase to show their support for their sister group, despite all the excuses Namjoon had tried to give to get out of going. When it came time to perform the song Namjoon had produced, he couldn’t believe how amazing your group sounded, especially you. As that song was the last performed, the boys all congratulated the girls as they came down. He stayed in the back, trying to avoid you, but immediately looked up when he heard someone telling you not to cry. Everyone assumed that you were overwhelmed by your debut, but he knew the real reason.

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan


For months, Jimin would lie awake in bed, memories of the two of you holding each other, slowly swaying back and forth in the middle of your living room playing through his head. He had just begun to get over the hump right after the breakup, where he was able to sleep at night without the memories, when you had a special performance of the very song playing in the background of all the memories. He sat on his bed, holding his iPad, and stared at your face, replaying the video for the 10th time in a row, once again feeling his tears fall right when yours did.

Originally posted by whyparkjimin


Unlike the others, Taehyung focused on being happy over the memories he had of your relationship. While the others have nights of tears and sadness, he has nights of giggles and smiles as he thought back on all the good times you had, his favorites being when you would go on long drives, trot blasting out of the radio as the two of you sang along at the top of your lungs. During a special stage at a music show, you performed one of your favorite songs during those times. He had the time of his life, singing and dancing along like he always did, but he stopped short when he realized you were crying. At that moment, he realized that you might not have taken the breakup as easily as he had.

Originally posted by toughchim


The other members were confused as to why Jungkook would turn off the radio anytime that song came on. It got even worse when he deleted the song from his library, and never even hummed it like he used to. Little did they know that was the song he would sing to you when you were stressed or upset to help calm you down. While surfing the web one night, he came across a video of you singing a little bit of the song during a variety show. The video was someone trying to figure out why you had broken down crying, and based on the comments, no one knew, except for him, as the tears were the exact reason why he had cut the song out of his life completely.

Originally posted by sugutie

that time Caitriona Balfe is the nicest human ever

I need to preface this by saying: I think ECCC was a bit under-prepared and overwhelmed by how many Outlander fans were there today. The lines were INSANE. I waited, each time I met Sam and Cait, no less than 45 minutes and over an hour for the autographing. and by the time we had made it to the hotel after the panel, to attempt the first autograph session, it was already filled up. at like 12:15. the panel ended at noon so like….HARDCORE. I am not so hardcore. I left and came back hahahaha


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“Many More Birthdays”

request: Can you do Sebastian stan x reader where its the readers birthday and she spends it alone at a bookstore, then they ran into each other and he finds out it’s her birthday so they have an adventure. Please and thank you!!! Love your writing 

word count: 1331

warnings: fluff, reader grew up in the foster care system 

A/N: thank you for the request! let me know if you want to be on my taglist! leave me some requests in my ask box or just drop by to say hi! i will try to get back to posting again. I’ve never been the NYC so the adventure part is made up from movies and my imagination. I really want to go someday.

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

Alone, like every other birthday. Here you were on your twenty first birthday with nothing to do.

Today started out like every other day. You got up, went for a run around Central Park, and got ready to go do errands. Except, you were one year older; one more year alone. That’s why you hated your birthday. You never had anyone to spend it with.

Your parents gave you up for adoption when you were born. You had no idea why, but they did. Every birthday you had was ignored and you eventually started ignoring them too. There was nothing happy to go along with your birthday. No presents, no cake, no family.

When you turned eighteen you were sent off on your own and you were glad for it. You didn’t have to deal with anymore shitty foster homes and shitty parents. You could finally be on your own. You could go to college and finally enjoy life, and you did, but birthdays were still hard.

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Request from anon: Could I get a request in which Sebastian’s s/o wants*cough* begs *cough* to see his true form (as they know already what he really is). Please if it’s not a bother. 


“Why not?” 

Jutting out your bottom lip in a pout, you sat on the bed that Sebastian was trying to straighten the duvet on. 

“Because, (y/n). Now, please drop the subject.”

Gingerly, he cupped your face in his gloved hand, smiling politely as he always did.

“Do you not trust me? Is that it?”

Crossing you arms, you remained seated on the bed, much to his chagrin. A soft sigh left his ivory lips as he gazed down at you,

“No, that isn’t it.”

“Then what is it?! I mean, I know what you are. What’s the issue with me seeing what you actually look like? I want to know you, in every way. I love you, Sebastian. Whatever your true form looks like, that won’t change.”

Another sigh escaped his lips, this one sounded far more exasperated as he turned on his heel, walking across the room to dust off the mantle on the opposite side of the room.

“You don’t know what you’re asking. I don’t want to frighten you, Even if I wasn’t bound to this contract, I wouldn’t show you my true form. It isn’t pleasant and I don’t want to risk you thinking any less of me or growing to fear me because of it.”

“Sebastian, I would never. I can’t.”

Rising from your spot on the bed, you walked over to him and carefully wrapped your arms around him from behind. 

“I love you. I know who you are. Despite what you are, I love you and I know that you would never hurt me.”

You pressed your lips to the valley between his shoulder blades, kissing the spot gently as you tightened your arms around him, hugging him close.

A smile crept across his lips as he folded his arms over yours before pulling them away from his torso.

“Are you certain? You won’t be able to un-see it.”

Taking your hands in his, he spun around to gaze down into your eyes, searching them for a trace of doubt.

“I’m certain. Please, Sebastian.”

You stared straight back into his crimson orbs, your certainty unwavering.

“Very well. Sit here, please.”

Walking you back over to the bed, he placed his hands on your waist and sat you down on the edge of the bed, before stepping a few feet back.

“Last chance.”

He raised his eyebrow as a final warning.

“I’m not changing my mind.”

“Here goes nothing then.”

You kept your eyes glued to his frame as a dark aura began to exude from his body. Shadows seemed to envelop him as impressive, midnight black wings sprouted with ease from his spine. He grew taller as pointed heels became his feet. You could feel your jaw hanging freely as it began to gape at his transformation. The change was so fluid; it was mesmerizing. Your eyes couldn’t bear to leave his figure as you continued to watch his teeth and nails grow longer, sharper. His eyes met yours and they seemed to glow a vibrant shade of fuchsia.




As fluidly as he transformed, Sebastian melted back into his standard form. His dumbstruck expression remained as he knelt before you in front of the bed,

“I meant it. You look beautiful. Either way. Sebastian, I don’t just see claws or wings or teeth. I don”t just see your handsome face or perfect hair or flawless smile when you’re in this form either. I see you. Your true form doesn’t frighten me, it impresses me. You continue to amaze me and that’s one of the things I love about you. I’ll certainly never get bored of you.”

A soft giggle left your lips as you smiled down down at him, draping your arms around his neck. He returned your grin as he leaned forward, seizing you waist in his grasp delicately as he stood and laid you back on the bed. Leaning over you, he studied your features intricately, smiling brightly as he lowered his face closer to yours, until you could feel his breath tickle your bottom lip.

“I doubt I’ll ever be able to grow bored of you either, my love. You continue to surprise me everyday. I’m glad you aren’t afraid, because I couldn’t stand to lose you, (y/n). I love you.”

“I love you too, Sebastian.”

Your breath was hardly a whisper as he grinned down at you softly, before pressing his lips to yours.

Fetish [Pt. 2]

Originally posted by miewmiew

Fetish Part 2

Part 1

“Jinyoungie, please,” you whined as he gently washed your body.

He was still so hard from your little show and it had been weeks since the two of you were intimate. Regardless of the mind blowing experience you and Jaebum had just shared, you wanted Jinyoung.

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Little Fall of Rain Ch 2

Ch 1
Prompt: Based off the song ‘Little Fall of Rain’ from Les Miserables
Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader and Newt Scamander x Tina Goldstein
Word Count: 1184
Warnings: Some angst, flufffff

A/N: I’m so sorry this is so short, this is a bit of a filler, I promise the future chapters will make up for it though :’) thank you all so much for your love and support AND PATIENCE. <3

Just hold me now, and let it be.

Shelter me, comfort me

By the time you had found your way to Central Park, tears were already pouring down your face, strangers giving you odd looks as they passed.

Quite frankly you didn’t care. You just needed a break from Newt. There would be time to head back later. Right now all you had your mind on was how good Tina and Newt looked together.
And how he would never look at you that way.

Your notebook had been piercing your side ever since you sat down, and it was getting to be highly cumbersome. Fumbling your delicate pale hand into your left coat pocket, you pulled out your worn leather bound notebook.
You sighed softly looking down to it. It was a gift from Newt on your first trip to Ukraine, saving dragons together. The fond memory caused you to form a soft smile.

Small rain drops that had spotted your face earlier began to lash out and become more numerous as you held your notebook.

“Funny…” you thought
“It was sunny this afternoon, where on earth did all this rain come from?”

The drops fell like bullets, pulling your coat closer around you, you shoved the notebook back in your pocket. The (h/c) locks that laid on your head becoming quite soaked.

“This is convenient.” You muttered, standing up. Your tired legs leading you back to the Goldstein’s apartment.

“This was the time I had found the niffler. It was absolutely absurd!! The little rascal stole my pocket watch and then-” The door closed gently, followed by the click of a lock. Newt and Tina looked up from the scrapbook they had been observing.

“Oh, heyy- how was dinner? I hope you guys are having fun.” You shot a pain filled smile as your eyes met Newt’s, feeling the tears prick your eyes again. You couldn’t let him see you again. Not like this.

You shuffled to leave the room before you heard a shift from behind you. “(Y/N) wait… please, I think we need to talk, something is clearly wrong..” His hazel eyes met your (E/C) orbs, and before you could detest, he dragged you to your shared room and into his case.

“It’s feeding time anyways.” You chuckled at his excuse.

Sitting back on the chair Newt had left out in his workshop, you began to take notes on the random creatures that passed in front of you.

“Newt when are we going to catch these poachers and rescue the dragon” you huffed, looking up from your notebook as the freckled wizard came into sight, dusting his hands onto his pants after another day of feeding.

“Not for another day or so- I still have research to collect on those eggs I found..” he looked over you cautiously as if choosing his next words with great delicacy.

“(Y/N).. maybe.. maybe if you wanted to help me out it might go faster?..” Newt’s voice was soft but you could easily tell by the way he looked at you, he was concerned.

“Oh sure! Why not!” You saw his eyes slightly light up at your statement. “I’ll stay down here and you can go upstairs and flirt some more with Tina-”

Maybe the last sentence should have been left out?..

Newt shifted slightly, looking down. “Is it that obvious?” He laughed slightly, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

Yeah should have left it out

You felt your chest tighten as you looked to his mesmerizing hazel eyes, and his freckles so scattered they could be considered constellations.

If one thing was clear it was that you loved this man.

Which is why you couldn’t believe what had come out of your mouth next.

“Newt-” you smiled softly “I hope it all works out for you”

Your smile was quickly reciprocated with a large hug. Newt’s arms wrapped around you and you could feel his strength, but also his gentleness. His heart beat hit your chest in cascades as you pulled him closer and for a moment, it seemed as though he might have been yours. For a moment, everything was okay.

“Thank you (Y/N)”

When the two of you had reached the kitchen, you were met with Queenie, Jacob, tea, and a tray full of goodies. Your eyes lit up as you gazed at all the treats. Newt would never bring these sort of treats into the case for fear of the creatures getting a hold of them, so they were a rare commodity.

“Queenie.. Jacob.. you didn’t have to go out of your way for us!” A gentle smile formed on your face, when Queenie came towards you, a warm cup of tea in hand.

“Oh nonsense sweetie! You two have been through so much already” she didn’t allow you to start your protests before sitting you and Newt down at the table while Jacob watched with pride.

“There’s lots to choose from ya’ know? Most are some we’re tryin’ out for the shop so tell us if you like em’ alright?” Jacob shot a large smile to you and Newt who seemed to be in awe at the spread that was laid out for the two of you.

Queenie gave you a quick peck on the cheek before lowering her voice. “Honey, I’ll leave you two be. If you need anything let me know m’kay?” She looked to you, her eyes filled with pity, and it was almost too easy to read what was going on, although it was much too late to protest. All you could simply do was smile, nod, and thank her for the tea as she left the room.

“So when are you gonna tell her?” You broke the silence in the room after they left, Newt tilting his crumb-covered face towards you. A snicker escaped your lips upon seeing his reaction, though, he must’ve noticed your gaze, for he was quick to wipe his face.

“Ah- yes well you see.. I haven’t uh..” Newt rubbed his neck slightly, glancing up to you, flustered. “I wanted to ask for your advice on that..” his voice became quiet as he spoke, not looking up, as he was afraid you might reject the idea.

“I can give you advice” you flinched at your words

“In exchange for you helping me to get more information on those poachers instead of those damn eggs” a short breath escaped your throat. It seemed like a fair trade. Maybe?


The shortness in his tone made you jump, causing you to drop your eclair. Newt broke into a sudden fit of giggles upon frightening you, his freckles tightening to form small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. You laughed as well, simply taking a moment to admire this man’s beauty.

If Tina made Newt so happy you thought, then you would do everything you could to protect them, because if Newt would be happy, then Merlin so would you.

It was only a few short moments a crash came from the inside of one of the rooms, a high pitched scream and your (e/c) orbs immediately met Newt’s.


To Be Continued

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Leon Draisaitl #1

Requested by Anon:  Could you do a Leon draisaitl one FILLLLLLLLED with angst?

*I hope this is angsty enought!! Enjoy!:)*

Word count: 998

Originally posted by neuerstolemynutella

What are you doing here? What are you doing freezing your ass off in the middle of Canadian winter when you can be safe and warm in your apartment in Germany. Did you really have to spend that much money and twelve hours of traveling just to get to Edmonton?

Two days ago, you would answer that yes, you had to go to Edmonton. Leon is in Edmonton and you missed him so much that you’re willing to take five days off just to spend time with him. Actually, you’d pretty much do anything and everything for him. He knows that.

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Drunk Confessions

A/N: This is a request I’ve been asked to keep anonymous. Thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it. Publishing for Fluffy Rafi Friday for @yourtropegirl’sRaúl Esparza Appreciation Week. Thanks @larkistin for my Rafi and @minidodds for the beta!

The Cheshire cat grin on your face could only be explained by one thing, or rather person, Rafael Barba.

He had been your best friend since your Harvard days. The two of you had met in Dudley Garden, your secluded retreat, secretly tucked away between the end of Wigglesworth Hall and Lamont Library. It hadn’t been the best of meetings.

You were sneaking away to your hideaway during your free period. Your teachers had said medical school wouldn’t be easy and they’d been right. But it wasn’t the science that was troubling you, it was the social interactions, the need to be outgoing and vivacious all the time. It was hard work prompting a persona which didn’t come naturally to you. This was why you often took the chance to escape and revel in the natural beauty and solitude that the garden provided.

Except that your sanctuary had been invaded, by a rather handsome boy with scruffy hair. He was sitting under your favorite tree, nose buried in a law book. Biting your lip, you stood rooted to the spot, contemplating your choices. Just as you made up your mind to quietly slip away, the boy … well young man, looked up.

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#88 - Kevin

@daydreamiiy - Here you go! 😄 Hope you enjoy reading 💕 P.S.: This is set post-movie.

Pairing: You x Kevin
Warnings: None, I guess.
Drabble challenge: #88 “After everything…I’d still choose you.”

You snuggled deeper into your warm blanket and sipped on your fresh cup of tea. It was Saturday night and you were still enjoying your time off work, even though the reason for the forced holiday was still surreal for you. You were alone at your apartment; you had mostly withdrawn yourself from the outside world, from all the staring eyes.

But the last few days had still taken a toll on you. Endless hours of police investigation and being interviewed by several police officers and therapists, had ruled your last week, after your boss had told them about your friendship with Kevin.

You were still shocked, terrified even, but you just couldn’t believe it. You knew Kevin would never hurt a fly, none of his alters would. You knew them; not all of them personally, but he had told you about the ones that Barry did not allow to front. However, you still didn’t believe that any one of them could have pulled that off.

Steal a car, knock a man out, kidnap three girls and kill two of them, plus his own therapist. That sounded like some horror movie shit – not like Kevin. No way.

Oh, Doctor Fletcher. That poor woman had deserved so much better. You had known her, talked to her. She always supported your friendship with Kevin – and now you had to visit her funeral.

And the girls. They were so young, too young. Nearly ripped apart, and they believed it was Kevin’s work? You had seen lions and tigers devour their meat at work and not even they were capable to be so cruel. One of the officers had accidentally shown you some photos – and they were still giving you nauseating nightmares. Watching the news was impossible, especially when you thought about whoever did this – was still running free.

You snapped out of your thoughts as soon as you heard the movie you had been watching, go into commercial brake. “Hm” You inhaled sharply and tried to shake the images out of your head. You were starting to scare yourself and you couldn’t stop worrying about Kevin. He was your friend after all.

You exhaled slowly as you ignored your aching heart, and took another sip of your tea instead. The feelings you had developed in the past few years working with Kevin, were pulling you down by every passing day not seeing him. Hell, not even knowing where he was.

A sudden loud knock at your door made you jerk on your couch and spill some tea on yourself. “Damn it.”, you cursed under your breath as untangled yourself from your blanket and set your cup back on the table. You paused for a moment as you listened for any further noise.

You held your breath; realizing how nervous you were getting. After all, you were all by yourself and you were not expecting any guests over.

“(Y/N)!” More knocking, only this time it was much more frantic. “(Y/N), it’s me!” You heard him say in a hushed voice, and your heart nearly stopped. You recognized that voice. “Please open the door!”

You swiftly jumped to your feet and you nearly stumbled over on your way to the front door.

“(Y/N), I need your help, please.”

You quickly unlocked the door with trembling hands as he kept talking on the other side; pleading for help – and you yanked the door open as soon as the lock clicked.

Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes finally met. – He looked awful, and yet you couldn’t help yourself and stare at his naked upper body. You had always known that Kevin was in good-shape, but now you knew for sure. Despite all the grime and –

You gasped. “Is – is that blood?” Shocked, you pressed your hand to your mouth to keep yourself from screaming.

Kevin let out a sob as he stood in front of you; shaking like mad. “I need your help.”

After sitting him down on your couch you realized that he was barefoot, only wearing black slacks. You let out a deep sigh as you sat next to him. He was still shaking; barely able to speak, let alone look into your eyes.

“Talk to me, Kevin.” He hesitated and you noticed his leg shaking restlessly. “It is you, isn’t it?”

He exhaled through his nose as he nodded slowly. “Yes.”

You took a seat next to him, and it was silent for a moment before you found your courage to ask him.

“What happened, Kevin? What happened to you?”

You could see how his jaw clenched as he squeezed his eyes shut. He wouldn’t stop shaking, despite the wool blanket you had placed around his shoulders. “I- I don’t know, (Y/N).” He swallowed hard. “All I know is –“ He inhaled sharply and winced. You could see that he was in pain as he fought his inner demons.

He exhaled again. “I was gone. For a long time. I remember the day – two years ago. September 18th. I was on the bus from work. I- I can remember telling you good night and getting on the bus.”

You could hear that he was choking up as you listened to him, but you did not dare to interrupt him.

“It’s – blurry after that. And then – oh god.” A loud sob shook his whole body, and he quickly buried his face in his hands. “They did it.”, he managed to tell you between sobbing. “They did all this, (Y/N).”

You scooched over to him and wrapped your arms around his quivering form. Your heart was slowly breaking for the man next to you. “I – believe you, Kevin.”

He suddenly turned his head and looked at you with his light blue eyes, all red and swollen from tears, yet still so mesmerizing. You realized how much you had missed looking into them.

“You’re the only one I’ve left, (Y/N). I’m so sorry.”

You lay in bed while Kevin showered. Sitting on the couch with him, listening how he said he was sorry – over and over again, had drained you from all energy. Then again, you couldn’t imagine how much he had suffered. But of course, you had noticed the scars on his body. Pink and fresh, and barely fully healed.

You heard how the shower stopped running, and somehow the image of his shirtless body twisted its way into your mind. You had often imagined how he looked naked, but you never thought you would eventually find out under such circumstances.

A short while passed before you heard the bathroom door open and close again, and you were chewing on your bottom lip nervously – not sure about what would happen next. But your heart nearly skipped a beat once he stepped into your bedroom cautiously.

He wore the plain white shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts you had given him.

“So, I think I’ll just –“ He scratched the back of his shaved head awkwardly as he sauntered over to the bed. “crash on the couch. – I’m not planning to sleep anyway.” He shrugged.

“Why not?”

“I’m scared they – they might take over again.” He let out a sigh as he rubbed his tired eyes. “It was hard enough for me to get the light back. I managed to win Hedwig over, but I’m not risking anything anymore.”

“You should sleep now, (Y/N). I think me showing up at your door was quite a shock for you.”

You sat up again and leaned back against the headboard of the bed. “Hell yeah it was.” You chuckled softly. “I was worried about you, and –”, you confessed, but kept your gaze at your hands fiddling with your blanket. “I want you to stay with me tonight.”

You only looked up at him when you did not get a response after a short moment. He was still standing at the same spot, but he was staring at you; dumbfounded and unsure. “After everything?”

You nodded slowly. “After everything…I’d still choose you.”

Your heart was racing in your chest and you felt your cheeks flush as you basically confessed the feelings you had bottled up for so long. Yes, you feared his reaction, yet it felt good to finally say something.

And without further words, Kevin walked over to the other side of your bed and lay down next to you.

“I’ve never thought this would become reality someday.”, he said as you let him pull you towards him. You lay on his chest while he embraced you. “Me neither.”, you mumbled and listened to his fast heartbeat. Your lips pulled up into a small smile. “I’m glad it did though.”

“Me too.”, you agreed dozily.

“Good night, (Y/N).”, he whispered finally and kissed the top of your head.

Originally posted by lovershub

it’s like 1am and I just really love Josh Dun.
like he’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life. like his eyes are so pretty and mesmerizing. he so sweet and caring to fans and loves everyone and i just hope he always gets the best in life cause he’s an angel tbh like my precious lil baby deserves everything great that happens to him and i’m gonna be really sad when he changed his hair from yellow to his next color cause it makes him his true form
of sunshine thay he is and i love it


@cartoonfanforever made an adorable post about this scene that was very inspiring, then I threw my hat into the ring… And because of all that, I just had to poke around the scene a bit!

And look what we got! An incredibly smitten Edd. Just look at him! :D He’s not just happy to see Eddy being sensitive and kind, no no. His facial expressions are beyond just pure happiness. He’s smitten. I think if he were simply just happy, he’d simply look calm and content. But here, he looks more like he’s about to burst!

All of his smitten smiles here are dreamy. He never takes his eyes off Eddy the entire time, he’s just so mesmerized.

For example, he has his hands against his cheeks in the second shot. Like he’s about to sigh dreamily.

Then in the third and fourth shots, his smile is getting bigger, like he’s becoming very excited. :D

Also in the first and last ones, he looks more relaxed, but so dreamily happy. It’s all sinking in and he can’t believe what he’s seeing, but it’s amazing.

We can all see by now that when Eddy sheds his mask and starts acting sweet, it makes Edd very smitten. I think on some level, Eddy knows that, but he finds it hard to show it. Like it’s what he wants to do, but with his brother’s influence, he feels he can’t. Very much alongside the fact he has an identity crisis going on because of it.

But as we saw in their very touchy-feely moment, he can shed it at least a little bit to allow some affection.

Despite how strained they are in season five, I think it was also when Edd was very slowly coming to terms with his feelings, but he doesn’t fully understand them. But when moments like these happen and he becomes a little too smitten, he just rolls with it because he feels happy and loves seeing Eddy’s sentimental side. ^w^ Whenever Eddy shows it, he can’t help but become very happy.

Hee, no wonder it was so shippy, Miss Molisee was at the helm of the storyboarding! XD

Fluffy Hugh Apiston Headcanons

(Author’s note: I’m seriously so sorry I haven’t posted in ages, I will make it up to you guys 😭)

- When you walk in where he is, he flushes really red and you could see the very slight tremors in his hands knowing you’re there.

- You find joy in making people smile back at you so you flash him a smile and he adjusts his goggles, takes them off, and rubs his eyes so quickly before very slightly raising his hand to wave at you.

- You chuckle faintly and he smiles with one side of his lip, his eyes mesmerized.

- The bees go crazy.

- So much adorable, unbearable stuttering

- He loves impressing you.

- He tucks you in wonderful hugs, his arms carefully then tightly and completely snaked around your waist, making you bury your face on the crook of his neck, or his chest rather, having him way taller than you. He sniffs your hair while you embrace him.

- “Don’t tell my bees but, erm, I love you more than I love them.”, he says after a sigh.

- Messy crying and messy fights that end in wet kisses and runny noses

- floWERS !!!

- “Please. Please never forget how much I would kill for you.”


Day 18.  Alan Rickman

oh my

it still hurts talking about him. I fell in love with alan after watching the first movie - I was 10 and I didn’t know him, or at least I don’t remember watching any of his movies before that. I was always an obsessive child/teen, I’d obsess over things, people, books, movies, anything. and I fell in love with him. so I spent most of my teen years collecting pictures of him and chasing his movies to watch - you see, I live in a small town in brazil and this was 2002, 2003, so there was no decent internet connection here and I couldn’t just download them, I had to rent them in video shops (??? is that how you call it?) but they were really difficult to get.

on january 14th I woke up early and went to my boxing lesson. I punched some people, took a shower and headed to work. I was feeling pretty good about myself, I had the feeling it was going to be a good day at work. when I arrived, I checked my cellphone and I had received a message from a friend just saying “hi how are you” and I answered that I was fine. then she said: “you haven’t heard about it yet, have you?” - so I knew there was something wrong and my thoughts jumped right at alan and meryl (bc she was my other teenager obsession). my day was completely ruined and I just couldn’t stop crying. all of my friends, even people with whom I hadn’t spoken in a while sent me messages asking how I was taking the news. even now if I think too much about it I start crying bc death is a fucked up thing, right?

alan gave me a huge present: the perfect portrayal of my favorite literary character. if that’s not a gift, I don’t know what it is. we always read books and imagine how our favorite characters would be in a movie and we often get disappointed (am I right, tonks?? ginny??) but alan created an iconic and amazing severus snape. it’s fantastic how he hints at the character’s story all the time. 

I chose to put here three of my favorite scenes. I love him in the first 5 movies but since in the 6th book he gets more attention and the movies give the opportunity of him showing a little more, I picked up 3 scenes from the last movies. 

the first gif: his battle against mcgonagall

this scene is so powerful! his calculating eyes are mesmerizing. when mcgonagall puts herself in front of harry and points her wand at severus, the way he looks at her and specially how he slightly lowers his wand like he’s saying I WONT FIGHT YOU WE’RE FRIENDS REMEMBER??? but then he remembers he’s playing a part. these small details are so fantastic and they enrich the character and the movie so much.

the second gif: dumbledore’s death

I remember when I read the half-blood prince for the first time and I obsessed (once again) over details of the narrative, like when it mentions severus’s distraught face when harry calls him a coward. and I love the scene of dumbledore’s death specifically bc of this part:

Snape said nothing, but walked forward and pushed Malfoy roughly out of the way. The three Death Eaters fell back without a word. Even the werewolf seemed cowed.
Snape gazed for a moment at Dumbledore, and there was revulsion and hatred etched in the harsh lines of his face.
“Severus … please …”
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore. 

“Avada Kedavra!”

I was fascinated by the fact that he frightened greyback only by entering the room. he didn’t have to do anything, he just opened the door and entered. and then there’s this glimpse of his feelings in his face: revulsion and hatred. they are very strong feelings. any actor could have turned this scene into an angry scene, but alan made it about his eyes and his mouth. the way he looks at dumbledore, the way he leaves his mouth slightly open for a second after killing him, like he’s absorbing what he just did. it’s brilliant.

the third gif: the school observation

this scene is gold. just before seeing him we see the students marching which is obviously a reference to the nazi regime (like all the voldemort thing actually). but the way he stands there, one of the most important men in the country (bc hogwarts is obviously a very important place and he is in charge of it), looking down at his “people”. and all you see is… nothing. there’s no triumph in his eyes, there’s no ambition, pride… nothing. his eyes are empty. if there’s something in there, is just a flickering of a wtf feeling. 

I am sorry (am I really?) about the length of this post but I just can’t stop when I start talking about alan. he’s a big part of my life and we were really lucky to have him as severus.

Warm Welcome - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: You are new to Beacon Hills and attend Lydia’s party with your new friend Kira where you meet a few people, but one stands out a little bit more than the others.

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Drunk Stiles, making out and slight vulgar language.

Word Count: 1,788

[GIF isn’t mine bebz, creds to whoever made this gem]

A/N: I kind of want to turn this into a mini series but I am unsure, should I post a part two??

High school was complicated and parties were stupid. You had only lived in Beacon Hills for around a month now and when it came to making friends or even being noticed, you failed. So far you have only acquired one friend, Kira, a girl who was currently not being such a good friend right now since she was planning to drag you along to a party. But not just any party, oh no.

“It’s Lydia Martin.” You said as you smoothed down the small skirt that could be an inch or two longer.

“She’s my friend, and a lot less intimidating than you think.” Kira reassured for maybe the tenth time today, you just couldn’t shake the very familiar feeling of misplacement – like you didn’t belong. “Listen, (Y/N), I was the new girl once, I was awkward, weird, and all around I felt like a walking embarrassment. But these people took me in as one of their own — I really think you are going to fit in perfectly.” Kira’s words were inspiring, always were. She knew how to say the right things at the right time. So, with a tug of your skirt for the last time, you announced that you were ready for whatever the night had in store.

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