his face though... in the last gif

Can we just talk about this moment? He has no idea that Belle said she loved him back. He died before hand.

•This expression on his face says everything. He turns around and looks at Belle as if he truly can’t believe the meaning behind it all.

• “I’m human? But that means….” he whips around and sees Belle standing there. He lets out a breath of relief. Everything he has ever hoped for since she got there has fallen into place. The spell is broken, she loves him, his castle has been saved.

• But just look at this precious cinnamon roll. Look at that FACE. That expression crushes me every time. He looks as though he’s about ready to cry. But following this part, he’s cautious. He lets Belle lead. He’s afraid he’ll scare her somehow. That perhaps his human form is more frightening than the Beast. He knows his character as a human to be despicable, arrogant, hateful, and conceited. That’s the last thing he wants Belle to see. But she sees into his heart. She knows. She knows how loving, caring, kind, and compassionate he’s become. And now so does he.

• That hair tho. It’s so soft JUST LET ME TOUCH IT.

•And those EYES. Hngggg.

Where in the hell was it? You knew it had to be in the bedroom somewhere… Harry was terrible at hiding things, so finding the CD of his debut album couldn’t have been that hard. You were wrong. Because here you were, about an hour and a half into the search, and all you had found was a loose button and some change. 

“Come on!” You whispered to yourself after checking the bedside drawers for the tenth time in a row. You had basically turned the entire bedroom upside down trying to find the CD, and at this point, your back was aching and you were ready to sit down and take a break. Of course, you couldn’t really take a break because this was one of those moments where Harry had gone out, so you had the entire house to yourself. “Okay, let’s do this again.” You huffed, arching your back slightly and wincing as it cracked. 

“Looking for your dignity again?” You jolted, hitting your head against the wooden base of the bed when you heard Harry’s voice by the door. 

“Haha, very funny. I’m actually looking for-” Wait. You couldn’t tell Harry you were looking for his CD. You had been begging to hear it for the longest time, and each time Harry would shoot you down and then send you off with a little kiss. After getting rejected for about the hundredth time, you decided to take matters into your own hands: You’d have to find the CD yourself, listen to all the songs while he was gone, and then slip it back into its hiding place. But for now, you obviously couldn’t do anything with Harry back home. “For my… Reading glasses?” You were a terrible liar, but it was worth a shot. 

“You mean the ones on your head?” Harry raised an eyebrow, pointing to the top of your head with a small smile. 

“Oh, there they are!” You scoffed, slapping yourself on your forehead gently. “Silly me! Well, now that I found my glasses, I can go back to reading.” 

“You sure you were only looking for your glasses?” 

“Of course!” 

“Where’s the book?” 


“I didn’t see anything downstairs.” 

“Then you must need glasses as well.” 

“What book are you reading?” 

“Harry Potter.” 

“Which one?” 

“The… 2nd one.” 

“Ah, the 2nd one. Interesting.” Harry hummed, stalling for a moment before he was suddenly zipping out of the room and back downstairs. You didn’t understand what the rush was until you realized: There was no Harry Potter book downstairs and Harry was about to find that out in a second. 

“I totally just played myself.” You muttered quietly, hearing the thud of Harry’s footsteps as he rushed back upstairs. A sheepish smile embraced your features when Harry popped in once again. 

“There’s no book.” He breathed out, raising a finger and pointing at you accusatorily. “Don’ play games with me, love. What are you really looking for?”

“Ooh, fine! I was looking for your stupid CD, alright? I thought it’d be easy to find it considering how shitty you are at hiding things.” For your birthday last year, Harry hid your present underneath his pillow. Under his pillow.  

“I already said you were gonna have to wait until May 12th jus’ like everyone else!” Harry grinned at your pouty expression. Usually, that face only came out when you really, really wanted something. 

“Harry, please!” You whined, flopping down on the bed and grabbing one of the pillows to hug. 

“It’s not happening! I love you, but it’s not happening. Nice try, though!” Harry said through giggles, walking over to look down at you. “You know what’s funny?” 


“I was going to let you listen to Kiwi because I love you tha’ much, but you called my CD stupid and my hiding skills shitty. So I change my mind.” 

You really did play yourself. 


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More dad headcannons because these are fun to do.


Dad Thor headcannons:

-Was SO excited when you gave birth. But was too afraid to hold the newborn because of his strength.

-You totally forced the big lug to hold the little one, he couldn’t wait when they were in the womb,so he shouldn’t now.

-He cried when he finally held them. He felt so proud of you that you were able to bring such a joy to the world.

-When you bring them home, he hovers. Like it gets annoying because he’s always there.

-I mean seriously, you open your mouth, he’s there in seconds waiting for your command.

-It’s like having another child in the house.

-You found out when you came home and they both were entranced watching Sesame Street.

-Doesn’t know how to change a diaper to save his life, but so willing to learn how to.

-When he learns it’s like he should’ve been the one to do it in the first place. He’s the master at changing diapers, doesn’t even gag when he has to.

-When someone holds the child he tries so hard not to hover, but does it by accident anyways.

-You’ll have to pull him to you and point it out.

-He’ll embarrassingly agree and sit back down.

-So eager to get the baby back in his arms because he was freaking the fuck out the whole time.

-Totally is a mother bird.

-Never wants to agree to it because he wants to stick to his “tough guy” look.

-Fails at doing so when his friends see him and he’s 100% whipped for his little one.

-The one who gets up late at night to feed the little one, like he wants to do it, tells you not to worry and to go back to sleep.

-Has nicknames for them like young one.

-When the child gets older, it breaks his heart because they grew up so fast, he wishes he could still cradle them.

-Who am I kidding, he still cradles them, even though they 10/10 struggle to break free.

-When they get old enough to have a boyfriend/girlfriend, he tries so hard not to be an asshole, even though it slips a little here and there.

-Doesn’t want to give the person his child is dating “the talk” because he wants to seem like the fun dad, but does it anyways because of this person breaks his baby’s heart, he’s going to break them.

-Totally is the fun dad though. Wanna go for a late night drive? If so he’s so ready to take them anywhere they wanna go.

-When the child finally gets old enough to get married, he’s so pissed and sad.

-Watching his little girl being taken by someone else, and having their last name rips him apart inside.

-His view changes real quick when he sees them walking down the isle, and their big smile on their face.

-Totally cries when it’s all over with.

-Low key wants more kids with you.

-10/10 had more kids with him.

Goodbye *oblivate imagine*


Info: one simple spell changes everything between you and Newt, leaving you feeling empty. Can old flames be ignited once more?




That’s all you felt.


You hadn’t a bloody clue.

You had become a silhouette, as if you walked from a photograph and left behind blackness.An ache that comes and goes, always returning in quiet moments. Although not knowing what has caused the upset within you, you feel as though someone ha became an absence in your life.

A certain aura remains, beautiful and strong, making the pain all the worse, keeping the feelings so raw. How could you miss something which you couldn’t even recall….

The only place you found peace at is the little cafe you worked at. The tiny café was huddled despondent among the huge city buildings. Washed out under the overcast sky, it hunched in itself, fighting against the drizzle. Unlike the outside, the interior of the café was warm and cheery, with bright lights and colourful walls.

Hundreds of people rushed by it, outside on the crowded street. The half a dozen customers glanced up as the door swung open, heralded by a blast of cold wind. The customers returned to their conversations as the door swung closed behind the new entrant and the cold breeze was forgotten. That’s when you saw him.

The same man which had been coming to the cafe everyday for the last couple on months. Messy auburn hair fell over his forehead, little freckles scattering his face. His tall frame effortlessly towering over yours, but what you never failed to notice was his eyes. His eyes were the glimmering color of emerald, sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a fresh sheen of morning dew. When he turned his head, they caught the light and played tricks with anything and everything that screamed ‘spring.’

He came most days always ordering just a coffee. Even though you had never personally served him before you always caught him sneaking glances at you. Today was no exception, as he sat alone at the table.

“Y/N can you get table 12 please?” Your boss Thomas asks you.

Lifting a notepad and pencil you made your way over to were the strange man is sitting, “hi can I get you anything Sir?” Your politely asked. Remaining professional was a task, as a little bit of you couldn’t help but this man attractive.

“Em-” he nervously cleared his throat, “Newton is fine, no need for Sir” he looked up giving you a warm smile, which could thaw ice.

“Well the usual I take it?” You tease him, watching his cheeks tint red. He didn’t realise you noticed him in here everyday.

“Eh yes just a coffee thank you” shyly he mumbled. God this man was just adorable- no stop Y/N, he’s a customer not a date.

“I’m more of a tea person”, you playfully joked writing down his order on the notepad.

I know” he whispered softly, the smile on his face turning sad, the green in his eyes becoming washed out.

“Pardon?” What did he mean, 'he knows’?

Startled the man abruptly snapped out of his solemn state, “Sorry, I s-shouldn’t of … I can’t do this….pardon me but I have to go”. He quickly stood up from the table, briskly walking out from the cafe. Hurt was hazed over his face, as though he were recalling painful memories.

Taken back a minute you replayed what had just happened in your head. Was it something you said? You’d only been polite to him..

Turning your attention back to the empty table, you saw the so called 'Newt’ had forgotten something, an old battered brown case lying beneath his seat. As you stared at the piece of luggage, an overwhelming feeling hit you. Almost as though an immense headache had just hit. Holding tightly onto the edge of the table, dizziness spelled over you, as you felt areas of your mind become unlocked. The emptiness you had felt for so long became filled. Only one man would own a suitcase like that.

You remembered.



*6 months ago*

You drifted in and out of consciousness, the world a blur in your half asleep state. The gentle hand running through your hair momentarily brought you back to the outside world, knowing the touch to be Newts. A content smile settled itself on your face as you stretched slightly in the comfort of the bed sheets.

Life was perfect. Whole even.

You tried to keep your eyes open, you really did but it became impossible. Soon, all you were aware of was the soft mattress underneath, the warmth of the sheets around you and Newt whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Your eyes drifted closed, blissfully unaware of what was going on around you.

Newt however stood over you, a crying mess. Why did things have to be this way? Why did he have to leave?

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard”, Newt softly whispered, low enough so you wouldn’t stir.

Although quiet, his voice trembled slightly, still unprepared for what he was about to do. A tear drop lightly hit your arm but peacefully you slept on.

In the corner the room Newt’s one item of baggage sat readily waiting. Removing his wand from the pocket of his vintage blue coat, he took a deep breath.

This was it.

There was no going back. Tears flooded his eyes as he gave you one last loving look, leaving was never going to be easy when it was the only option he had. Deep down he knew the reason it hurt to say goodbye was because he’d never get to say hello again.

“Please..please forgive me” newt begged, his voice sounding broken.

Shakily raising his arm, he cast the one spell which would change everything



*Back to the present*

Tampering with the locks you wanted to see if you were just imagining all this, but as the little 'muggle worthy’ tag popped out you knew the truth. (shown in gif)

Completely forgetting you still had your work apron tied tightly around your hip, you rushed out into the street, taking his case full of creatures with you.

“Newt, Newt?!?” You desperately called into the street. Oh merlin no. He’d already left, what if you never found him again?

The bad weather had scared most into staying off the streets, the echoes of your voice bouncing down the lane way. His vibrant blue coat stood out strongly among the dull grey buildings.

Newt turned on his heel, words unable to describe the shock plastered on his face. He helplessly looked in your eyes, hoping that this wasn’t jut some cruel joke. God knows it would break him if it was.

“Don’t you mean Newton?” he attempted to say blankly, testing if you really remembered. That this wasn’t just a dream. He wouldn’t allow himself to get hihopes up  quickly, just to have them shattered.

“No”, you smiled in euphoria, before panicking, “Newt…please I remember…” you desperately begged him, praying you weren’t crazy.

“Y/N” Newt cried engulfing you into a hug, your defences becoming paper, the rain masking his tears.

Before you can draw in the air your body needs you have melted into his form. You felt his firm torso and the heart that beats within. His hands folded around your back, drawing you in closer. Your body shook, crying for the missed time you will never make back, crying to release the tension of these 6 long months.

He pulled his head back and wiped the tears with a calloused finger, even this roughness brings more relief than your heart can hold. Running his hand through your hair, as if he couldn’t. He didn’t quite believe your not part of an almost forgotten dream. Leaning in towards you he gives you a kiss, sweet, gentle, and tastes of tears.

You wanted to speak but all you could do was croak, “Don’t go, not again.” His mouth painted a soft smile and he nodded once before folding you in his arms again. Pulling back from the hug your sniffles became weaker, “Why did you leave?”

“Y/N…please I didn’t mean to hurt you b-but I didn’t have a choice. You know the rules about muggle and wizard relationships…MACUSA was going to come after you if I didn’t do it myself, I never meant to hurt you”.

“Newt how was this not supposed to hurt me. You left. Not even giving me a proper goodbye, I would’ve left for England just to be with you…”

“That’s the point Y/N, I don’t want you throwing your life away for me. I’m not worth it. You’ve got a bright future here-”

“-Working in a bloody cafe isn’t a future Newt. Look what happened when you left! You were the only one who gave me adventure. Newt, you were the only stable thing in my life, I fell apart when you left and you knew that but left anyways. I would’ve happily gone to England with you”. You cut Newt off completely angry at his excuses. Him leaving ruined your future, not him staying.

 Newt, who looked completely heartbroken brought his gaze directly on yours. “Y/N love, I regretted that spell everyday for the last 6 months, the guilt bringing me back to you. I still love you Y/N”

The sincere look in Newt’s eyes made you believe every single word which spilled from his lips. You knew that look anywhere.

“I’m sorry that I can’t make up for the time we lost but only promise to do better in the future…

Please - just let me show you”



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Summary: Imagine Sherlock breaking up with because he doesn’t want you to get hurt due to him, but something goes wrong and he is forced to track you down again

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Requested by: Anon
Made by: PJ
A/N: This is 6 months after parts 1-4, there will be flashbacks scattered throughout the next few parts if you guys want me to continue the story.
Words: 700

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Word Count:1,500

Warnings: Daddy kink, language

Summary: Bad boy/psychopath Tyler in prison, based off of Heathens music video

Request: can u do a tyler joseph daddy smut

I looked at my reflection in one of the many metal tables around me and centered my thin silver necklace. It was a gift from Tyler and I never took it off. The necklace was just a thin chain, but where someone might put their name or a small heart charm, I instead had “Daddy” in silver, cursive letters hanging delicately around my neck.

I took a deep breath and turned to the prison guard behind me, “I’m ready.”

We walked through the gray, concrete hallway, the only noise being my black heels against the hard surface. The prison guard accompanying me remained stone-faced the whole walk to Tyler’s visiting area. I couldn’t visit Tyler like everyone else got to visit their incarcerated loved ones. He was in the isolation unit. I wasn’t even supposed to get to see him, but he was friendly with some of the guards.

I could vividly remember the moment I showed up on my mother’s doorstep, crying, telling her that Tyler had gotten arrested. She looked down at me, her lips in a tight line, her eyes cold and adamant, and said, “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave him and run as far as you can.” Those were her last words to me before slamming the door in my face. I understood. Hell, I always knew Tyler would end up in prison, and if not prison he’d go somewhere worse.

Tyler had never been mentally stable. He never killed them though. That’s what he told me, even when he came home soaked to the bone in someone else’s blood, he never killed them. I believed him; even when he got sentenced to 25-life in a maximum security prison, he was still innocent to me. No one understood that. But they didn’t see the man that I did. I was his princess, he was my daddy, and I was going to visit him as much as I could.

The six foot something prison guard led me through several locked doors until we finally came to a room. There weren’t any windows, but the single fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling was enough for the teeny tiny room. It was just like a concrete box, except one wall was made up of the bars they use on prison cells. The only difference between this and an actual cell was the table and chairs in the middle.

I muttered a quick thank you as the prison guard pulled out a chair for me. It was the chair facing the bars. This was the chair I always sat in. I liked it because I could see Tyler as they brought him to me. No matter how many men, dressed in their full military uniforms, with their big guns pressed to his back, were with him, his face always lit up when he saw me.

“They’re bringing him down.” The man told me before leaving and locking the heavy metal door behind him.

I knew he was just outside the door, ready to start the clock. Thirty minutes. That’s all the time I got, and I planned on making the most of it.

Being by myself was an adjustment in more ways than one. Tyler and I had gone from having sex five or six times a week to nothing at all. It was torture; especially because Tyler looked great in his orange jumpsuit.

I knew it was wrong. I mean my boyfriend was in prison and all I could think about was sex, but I had always been attracted to the “bad boy” type. So seeing Tyler in handcuffs did something for me and there was nothing I could do about it.

My head snapped up and the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. I smiled and adjusted my cleavage so just enough was spilling out to get Tyler’s attention, but it still looked effortless and natural. Me, of all people, didn’t have a problem with pushing my boobs up to my ears, but Tyler did. Every time I tried to make any sort of advance, he shot me down. I didn’t see why, he was already in here for life with no chance of parole, it’s not like he could any more trouble.

A man, dressed like the SWAT team members I saw on TV, removed the lock from the bars. Then, for the first time this week, I saw Tyler. His face looked pretty banged up, but other than that he looked the same as usual.

When he saw me, he smirked and looked me up and down before being led inside by a group of officers. Once he was inside they sat him down in the chair across from me and re-handcuffed him with the handcuffs that were connected to the table. That meant he was basically chair-bound, which was perfect for me.

After Tyler’s posse finally left us alone, I sat forward in my hard metal chair, “I miss you, daddy.”

“I miss you too babygirl.” He said smiling.

I began slowly dragging my heeled foot up Tyler’s leg, “I miss your eyes, your mouth, your hands, and most of all I miss your-”

Tyler jerked his leg away from me, “Not here (Y/N).”

I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest, “If not here then where? Your five star hotel suite?”

I knew Tyler didn’t like it when I mouthed off, but it wasn’t like he could punish me for it, unfortunately.

“Was that sarcasm I just heard?” Tyler asked, his eyes now dark with what I hopped was lust.

“I’m sorry, but it’s just been soooo long. I need something daddy.” I whined.

Tyler’s eyes flicked up to the security camera on the wall behind me, “I know, but I can’t baby.” He wiggled his handcuffs for emphasis, “You know that.”

I glanced back at the camera and smirked, “I have an idea.”

Getting up from my seat, Tyler’s brown eyes flew to the short hemline of my skirt. I traced a manicured finger along the table as I walked over to where Tyler was sitting. With a little squeezing and shifting, I finally sat in Tyler’s lap, straddling his thighs.

“We have to be quick and quiet, okay?” He told me, glancing toward the door where the prison guard was standing with his back to us.

I grabbed the sides of his face and pressed a desperate kiss to his lips. It had been so long since I’d touched Tyler, let alone kissed him. Tyler, much to his dismay, couldn’t touch me because of the handcuffs, but my hands roamed everywhere. I made sure not one spot was left untouched by my hands or my lips, but I was truly concerned about one spot in particular.

Keeping my lips on his, I lightly palmed Tyler through his boxers until I felt him grow painfully hard beneath me. Tyler attached his lips to my neck, nipping at my sweet spot.

“D-daddy,” I moaned, grinding my hips against his.

Tyler groaned against my neck, “Shit babygirl, keep doing that.”

I brought his face up to mine and connected our lips. I started grinding down on  him as fast and as hard as I could. It was obvious that neither of us were going to last very long. Even though we were both fully clothed, it had been months since anything but my own fingers had touched me down there.

“You’re so fucking beautiful babygirl.” Tyler moaned.

“Oh god daddy, I-I’m gonna-” I tried to warn Tyler before my orgasm washed over me in waves, making my whole body feel tingly in the best way.

I felt Tyler come shortly after me, letting out a long groan and a string of curses.

He placed his forehead against mine, breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry daddy, I made a mess on you.” I said, already feeling the moisture drip down my thighs.

Tyler laughed, “God I missed you.”

I laughed too and pressed a quick kiss to his chapped, swollen lips. Tyler turned his head and deepened the kiss, making me moan involuntarily. I was just about to work on Tyler’s neck, when I heard the harsh banging on the door that signalled that our time was up.

I pulled away from Tyler, lightly biting down on his bottom lip before wiggling out of his lap.

Back in my chair, I fixed my hair and the lipstick that had mostly rubbed off on Tyler’s mouth. As if on cue, the prison guard swung open the door and told me it was time to go. But before leaving, I discreetly traced a line up my cilt with my index finger and cleaned it off in my mouth, keeping eye contact with Tyler.

I saw his jaw clench and I smiled, innocently blowing him a kiss before prancing out of the room.


Honestly I’ve seen a lot of Heathens theories but my favorite is that Tyler went crazy and killed Josh so that’s basically what I went with here and idk but I think I might be in love with incarcerated Tyler??????

Also P.S. I kind of based this off of the Harley Quinn and Joker vibes I got from the Suicide Squad trailers 


Hope you feel better sweetie.  Sorry I fell asleep this morning quickly.  Been tired myself.

Word Count: 1965


You found yourself staring down at the paper, your mind desperately trying to formulate your next words.  You had been asked about your report 3 days prior but you just couldn’t bring yourself to even write the damn thing.  The case had been a hard one for everyone, including yourself, but it wasn’t something that should be this hard to even write a report for.  You never had a problem before, so what gives?

“Hey pretty lady,” Morgan caught your attention, making you look up.  “You coming with us tonight?”

“Tonight?” you felt your brows furrow before realization dawned on you.  You had promised Garcia that you would go with everyone tonight for a drink.  It was rare for you to even go out at all but you made the promise irregardless, not wanting to upset her.

“Damn it,” you hissed, throwing your pen down on your desk.  You had promised Hotch to have the report in by tomorrow.  He had been particularly hard on you about it, wanting the report as soon as possible.  It was only when you failed to turn it in yesterday did he give you the deadline.  You didn’t like writing under pressure and usually it made it harder to write.  But he needed the report, so you didn’t want to fail him.

“Are you not coming?” Morgan asked, noticing your sudden tensed position.  You opened your mouth to reply, whether or not you denied or confirmed his statement still in the air, when another voice cut into the conversation.

“No.  Oh, no no no no, you are not skipping out on us,” Garcia walked by, placing files on your desk.  You gave her a pleading look in hopes she would understand.  Garcia was the one who wanted you to go and forced you to promise her that you would.  Unfortunately, she didn’t accept your pleading gaze.

“No.  You promised you would go.  You never leave your apartment.  You are coming tonight even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming in your underwear,” she smirked.  You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Penelope,” you retorted.  She laughed before heading off back to her sanctuary, making it known loudly that you would be joining the team that night at the bar.  You sighed before looking at the paper again.

 Maybe a drink would help.

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Imagine face-timing the Doctor, Amy, and Rory, just to whine again about how the Doctor refused to take you on this round. Imagine actually having on your end what they needed at that exact moment to save the day, and afterwards the Doctor lectures you about trusting him, even though you knew he had no idea that was going to happen.

“What? What’s going on? Why didn’t you take me, old man?! I’m so bored!”
“*deadpan* Cinder?”
“Uhh I don’t know, why?”


Distance (C.H.)

Background: Calum is a professional football player, assistant captain to be exact, and goes away for three months for tournaments around Europe. However, you don’t get the chance to tell him some vital piece of information before he leaves and he’s in for a surprise when he gets back.

A/N: I will actually write this imagine in first person just to see how it goes. Also, THIS GIF IS NOT MINE.

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(First Person POV)

I hunched over the toilet once again as I emptied the contents of my stomach once more. I felt my hair being secured into a makeshift ponytail behind my head in one hand while another rubbed soothing circles onto my back.
“Babe, that’s the third time today that you’ve been sick. You were also sick a few times yesterday too. I think you should go to the doctors and get yourself checked out,” Calum told me worriedly.
I sat back onto my heels as I spit into the toilet. “Yeah, I’ll schedule an appointment for tomorrow,” I reassured him and stood up to go brush my teeth.
He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist as he nuzzled his face into my neck as I brushed my teeth. “I’m just worried about you, babe. You don’t get sick often.”
I spit the toothpaste out into the sink, rinsed my mouth, and dried myself off. I spin around in his arms and loop mine loosely around his neck. “You always worry, Calum, but it’s okay because that only means that you care. I feel fine, aside from the sickness. I’m sure it’s just some food poisoning from the food we ate yesterday.”
He still frowned at me. “Still get yourself checked out, okay?”
I rolled my eyes. “I will, Mr. Worrypants. I’ll try to get one around the same time as your meeting tomorrow.”
He nodded, satisfied with my answer. “Just to put my mind at ease.”

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Jerome valeska imagine- Oswald’s bar

Ever since you were young your dream was to be a singer. One who men pined over and girls idolised, with posters of you pinned to their walls. However, that meant starting small. You worked your way up from school concerts, all the way to where you were now; singing nightly at Oswald’s.

The money wasn’t bad and neither was Oswald, in fact he was very appreciative of you, which is why you decided to stick around for a while. His club was far from what you’d call safe, but you knew that Butch always had your back when one of the drunkards decided to become violent towards you. This was Gotham after all, of course you were always at risk of danger, so why not be doing what you love the most at the same time?

It was whilst you were on stage when you saw him. He was dressed well, an obviously expensive black suit with an accompanying white button up shirt. His skin was pale, like snow, whilst his red hair contrasted, like fire and ice. Your eyes seemed to drift to him every few seconds as you were singing, even causing you to mess up briefly. His head was down like he was texting, but you finally caught a glimpse of the whiskey glass in his hand. He screamed danger, but with danger followed fun.

It was at the end of your current song when his head flicked up, looking directly at you. You knew who he was, god everyone did at this point. It was the recently escaped Jerome valeska, the mommy murderer.

You know you should have felt scared, but all you felt was curiosity. What was one of Gotham’s most wanted doing in in Oswald’s? Sure, it was a good bar, but there were so many other, better bars around here. You only had two more songs till you were off the clock, hopefully you’d manage to catch him for a few minuets and find out. You always were a curious one anyway.

Finally you’d finished your last song, which meant you could get out of the uncomfortably tight dress you were required to wear and change into something more comfortable. You let your hair down from all the Bobby pins and let it rest on your shoulders before walking out from the dressing room and into the main building.

He was still sitting there, though he held a hard look of concentration on his face. You contemplated on whether or not to approach the pale, ginger boy, but your feet seemed to drag you over already. You pulled out a chair opposite him and sat down, resting your head on your hands.

“What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?” You questioned, eyebrow raised. He looked up and smirked at you, causing you to break a small smile back.

“What’s it too ya kid?”

The way he spoke reminded you of the 20’s, yet so did the whole atmosphere of the club in a way.

“Who you calling kid? You’re probably the same age as me, younger even.”

He chuckled at your feistiness, intrigued by the girl sat in front of him. Of course he’d been watching her, no one could keep their eyes off of a beauty such as her. The way she sang so passionately with that fire in her eyes, the ambitious kind.

“Whatever you say, doll. So, what’s a pretty little thing like yourself working here then? You’ve got the voice of an angel and the looks to match!”

At this point he was leaned forward, looking at you intensely. You blushed at his comments, almost hiding your face in your hands. He noticed and moved your hands away, lifting your chin up slightly with his index finger. You stated deeply into his eyes and felt your face heat up even more.

“We all gotta start somewhere, don’t we Jerome?” You eyes widened as soon as you realised you let his name slip. You became too comfortable and reckless with the fiery haired and managed to slip up, big time. You could see his confidence crumble, removing his hand from your face and leaving you with a craving to feel him touch you again.

“So…you obviously know who I am. I don’t know where this leaves us, but you’re an interesting girl, (y/n). I mean, why talk to me if you knew exactly who I am?”

This took you by surprise. You thought he would threaten you for sure, but instead he was calm and observant of you. You were unsure how to reply because you honestly had no idea why you approached him. You thought it was because you wanted to talk to the hot guy, but part of you knew it wasn’t that. It was the danger of the situation, you loved it.

“Well, Mr. Valeska, I guess you could call me crazy.”

He chuckled softly.

“Okay crazy, wanna take this back to my place and get to…know each other? Promise I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”

You looked around to see that the sea of people that once stood around you had died down, telling you it was late. You lived about an hour away from Oswald’s by bus, and Jerome obviously had his own mode of transport due to not wanting to make public attention. It seemed the best option, and it gave you a chance to make a new friend, or hopefully lover.

“Biting seems a little tame for you, Jerome. How about we go back to yours and show me what you can really do?”

With that he pulled you out of the club, dragging you behind him as he took you down the alley ways to find his car. Just as you were about to climb into the passenger side of the vehicle you were pushed against the door, his body pressed against yours with his hands gripping onto your hips.

You could feel his lips on your neck, sucking at your skin gently. His mouth made his way up to your lips, kissing you deeply with force. His tongue ran across your bottom lip, to which you gave him access almost immediately. This whole situation was a hurricane that left you breathless, making out with a escapee murderer.

You two finally parted, panting at the lack of air. His head rest against yours and his hands traveled down lower, resting them on your bum. He squeezed it quickly, earning a shrill squeal from your swollen lips.

“Trust me doll, I’ll make you scream louder than that later.”

You and Lydia sat down on the benches.
You smiled up at Stiles and he winked at you.

“So have you seen Jackson or not?!"Lydia pressed Stiles for an answer.

"Last time I saw him he was in the canteen"Stiles said as he shoved his things in his locker.

"Are you sure Stiles have you seen him since?"Lydia questioned.

"Last time I saw him was definitely the time I saw him last"Stiles replied.

Scott poke his head out from the side of the changing room door.
"Stiles, shut up. Lydia… Jacksons in the library"Scott sighed.

"Thank you SCOTT"Lydia said running off.

"Thanks for that Lydia!"you shouted after her even though you knew it was useless she was gone. You went to run after her but Stiles placed his hand on your shoulder gently.

He nodded at Scott. Your face washed over with confusion.

"So she’s after Jackson huh?"Scott approached you.

"Sure is"you nodded.

"Who are you after then?"Scott asked as he dried his hair.

Stiles watched you closely.
Scott watched Stiles Closely.

"Uhm no one really"you mumbled.

"Oh c'mon y/n there must be someone you like"Liam shouted over the lockers.

You raised your eyebrows as you peered around the corner to see Liam, Isaac and Derek sat in the corner.

"Are you all listening to our conversation”

“No"they said in unison.

"Right"you nodded slowly as you turned back to Stiles and Scott.

"Is there anything you want to tell me before I go"you said suspiciously.

"Nope"Stiles said

"No"Scott shook his head violently.

"Oh for goodness sake, Stiles tell y/n you like her so that I can go home, I’ve been waiting for this moment for God knows how long and your wasting my time"Derek yelled over in frustration.

Soul Mate 29

“The voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time.”

A/N: *Takes in a deep breath* we officially have one more chapter left in the Soul Mate series and idk if I should be salty that it’s ending or thankful for how successful it’s become. Anyways, here’s some lovely fluff and angst for your hungry souls. Sorry it took so long, as I said, I had some personal matters to tend to these past five days. Hope you all are well, enjoy the new part! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 3.6K+

Warning: Angst + Fluff + Heartbreak all at once.


The world around Kylo felt different, it–himself and the atmosphere around him–felt rather…peaceful. He knew it could be coming from so many factors, one of the main ones being oncoming death. For once, he hadn’t feared death, he actually welcomed it. Anything to be with you again. But then there was this side of him, a side of him that grew out of nowhere, that pleaded him to fight on and learn from his mistakes. A part of him wanted to be alive, to live on and fight those demons and become victorious–his prize being ultimate freedom. Maybe not a full disconnection from the dark side, but a balance that kept him…well, balanced. Maybe the balance would lead him to a different life, one where he wasn’t good nor bad. Possibly the rare kind–a Gray Jedi.

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Let us begin this fic by wishing georghiousophia​ a very happy birthday! And also, I think I owe you an apology. This is a birthday fic - as requested - but I sort of strayed from the fluffy request and made something a little darker. I have a bad habit at the minute of trying to suit the story to the character and this is one of those times where it sort of got away from me. I hope you still enjoy it but I would totally understand you making the same request but for a more fluffy version. If you’d like I’ll do a part 2 to this one where he comes back the next year - that was he’s more actively remembering the birthday. Either way, enjoy, my darlings! 

Prompt: I was wondering if you could do a avengers/ Loki one shot for me as its the readers birthday and she didn’t want to tell the others because she thought they had better things to do but Loki remembers and although he knows all the avengers dislike him he comes to Midgard and then there is loads of fluff happens ???

“Castigations and Celebrations” (Part 1)

Your presence within the Avengers was not one that you boasted about. As someone who had made a name for herself in crime and villainy, your companionship with Earth’s mightiest was not the best badge on your brownie sash. During the Battle of New York, however, your intentions were alike and thus your allegiance formed.

One opportunity you never thought they’d give you, despite the fact that you were working together, was to interrogate Loki, the trickster God after his capture.
“Well, well.” He cooed upon seeing you arrive next to his glass prison. “They send the beauty to tame the beast.”
“They sent someone who’d really would rather not be here – so the quicker you refuse to give me any information, the quicker I can leave.”

“Who said I wouldn’t give you anything?” A sneer spread across his lips as his eyes lowered. “A foreign flower such as yourself might be able to charm even me.” You hummed quietly, dragging a metal chair across the railings to sit by the glass between you and the Asgardian. The screech it created caused Loki’s cheek to hollow as his teeth ground together.
“I’ve heard of your silver-tongue…” You mused, lowering yourself onto the seat. “But I didn’t expect to be on the receiving end of it.”  
“Let me a little closer and you’ll receive it in a much different way, if it pleases you.”

“The only thing I want your tongue doing is shedding secrets. If you don’t intend to spill any then I’ll be on my way.” You sighed, leaning back in the chair and propping your feet up on a nearby railing.
“Alright… I shall make you a deal.” He began but you shook your head and held up your hands.
“Nuh-uh. No. No deals, not with you.”
“I see that you’re a little more intelligent than your teammates.” Your mind whisked back to Tony in front of his computer.

“Intelligent? No. Stubborn, absolutely.” You grinned. The God returned your smile, though with a little more malice than you might have liked. His eyes wandered about your figure, not perversely, but more analytically – he was assessing you, sizing you up as an opponent. With a deep breath, you began interrogation.

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Dan Howell - He gets embarrassed that you see him with makeup on

You had been dating your boyfriend Dan Howell for over a year, of course the two of you were exclusive to all his fans - at first you had recieved a lot of hate from fans because they were jealous but once they had gotten to know you they fell in love with you like they fell in love with Dan and told you that you were a perfect match for each other.

This meant that sometimes you went with Dan on things like photo shoots, you didn’t do it often because Dan would get shy about posing in front of a camera on a good day but all hell broke lose if you were there watching too, he seemed to fumble around nervously like it was the first time he had met you, had a big crush on you and didn’t want to mess up so he could impress you which made him mess up more.

Although you found it adorable, it was Dan’s job - although a couple of mistakes wouldn’t put his job on the line you didn’t want him to get a bad reputation for not being able to do the job properly. This meant that you rarely went to visit him on a shoot but you now lived with him so both Dan and Phil would give you a minute by minute reenactment of what happened throughout the day home, it was almost like you were actually there on the shoot because they gave you so much detail.

One thing Phil liked to tease Dan about was the fact that he had to wear makeup, despite visiting shoots a couple of times you had never actually seen anyone put it on Dan - it must have happened before you got there or when you was talking to someone because they were usually so friendly. Dan always reminded Phil that he wore it too but it didn’t affect him, he was used to it but Dan couldn’t believe that he had to wear makeup.

One day when Dan and Phil had a shoot you decided to show up, you had of course warned both the boys that you might show up but hadn’t decided but with nothing to do with your day you thought it productive to give them both some moral support (Phil was a close friend too of course) You were excited to see them both in action again as it had been a while since you had last watched a shoot, to some people this seems like a complete bore, just sitting in a room watching people take pictures of your boyfriend but you found it fascinating at how everything worked not to mention you got to stare at the one and only Dan Howell for a large amount of time. At home you loved to just stare at Dan, to soak all of his features in because of how much you loved him but it put him on edge so you couldn’t do it - here there was no limits.

You walk in and instantly Phil whispers something in Dan’s ear making his snap towards you with a huge smile on his face.

“That’s it Dan, perfect big smile” the photographer yells but although Dan complies and takes a couple more pictures he is itching to run over to you which he eventually does while everyone focuses on taking single pictures of Phil. Dan runs towards you and scoops you up in his arms to spin you around while giving you a kiss.

“I only saw you two hours ago” you giggle kissing him back but he shrugs innocently 

“One hour and 59 minutes too long, i missed you” he grins pressing his forehead to yours

“How’s it going?” you smile taking Dan’s hand and interlocking it with your own so he can rub the soft pad of his thumb against the back of your hand just like you love him too.

“It’s been really good, Phil fell over though” Dan says, his face creasing with laughter just at the memory of it while you laugh along with him as you’re walking closer to the set.

“What made you come?” Dan asks nuzzling his face into your crook between your neck and shoulders so he can kiss you making you shiver

“I wanted to see you” you shrug wrapping your arms around Dan’s waist so you can play slow dance from side to side while cuddling.

“It’s only been two hours since i last saw you” Dan points out mimicking you, jokingly making you slap his arm playfully.

“Get back on set you” you grin pulling yourself away from him reluctantly

“Love you” Dan whispers his smile growing when you say it back.


The shoot is going well when a break is taken, when everyone is ready to go again for the last stretch of the day a couple of men and women walk towards both boys with brushes for hair and brushes for makeup with of course makeup, Phil nudges Dan’s shoulder with a laugh while Dan just glares.

You get up and walk over to him with a grin “So my boyfriend does where makeup - I’m shocked” you giggle but Dan stays stony faced not happy with having to wear it.

“I hate this” he grumbles reaching up to rub it off but you quickly catch his hand 

“No, if you rub it off you will washed out my little vampire” you wink before reaching up to peck Dan on the lips 

“It’s not my fault I’m almost see through” he says cracking a small smile at you while rolling his eyes

You walk back over the short distance to where Dan is still stood, you reach up on your tiptoes to get your mouth next to his ear.

“I think a man who can pull of makeup is sexy” you say in all seriousness even though you’re dying to laugh. For the rest of the shoot things go relatively well, better than usual. Well… for a little while after what you said Dan looked like he was in shock so he fumbled around a bit almost as if in a trance but then he really rocked wearing makeup to show you he could do it.

one specific headcanon drives me nuts and I haven’t read it anywhere yet so I had to get it off my chest. hope you enjoy it and sorry if words are misplaced Im not a native speaker.

…after surviving the fall and being picked up by Chyioh and brought to an empty summer cottage where the two hide out, Hannibal and Will share a kiss the first night on the couch and it all gets too emotional and Hannibal cannot handle himself or this and he interrupts the situation, going to bed. The following days, the two of them dont speak of it, sleeping through the days, with occasional visits of Chyioh and only a few hours up each day were they eat and shower and Hannibal cleans their wounds. This goes on for several days and nights until one day, Hannibal unbottons Wills shirt and finds the stitches have pretty much healed. They speak about leaving for the first time and make plans..

The same day hours later, it is already dark, Hannibal enters Wills room who is already in bed and brings a strange feeling in, that reminds Will about the kiss on the couch and when he looks at the other man, he knows he’s not mistaken..
Hannibal cant have missed Wills expression nor the sudden tension and heat in the room, yet he sits down next to Will and demands Will to sit up so he can check his wound in the clean voice of a doctor. They both know, that he has checked it only hours ago and when Will sits and Hannibals hand reaches out to unbotton the first, the second botton on Wills shirt, there is a sudden rush of anger in Will as both Abigail and Molly flash back into his mind and he grabs Hannibals hand with a firm grip and forces him to look him straight in the eyes, whispering: ,Is it THAT what you wanted all along?!’ Hannibal, whoms breath was already heavier than usual before forgets to breath entirely. Even though Will knows the answer to his question he grabs Hannibals shirt and rips it open, destroying the fabric with a loud crackling sound, wrapping his hand into Hannibals hair on the back of his scull, pulling hard and pushing him into a rough, dark and not at all tender kiss, hissing, breathless and louder this time: ,So, THATS what you wanted so bad, right?! Why didnt you just ask for it or take it, like you take all other things!’ Hannibal looks hurt or excited or both, Will cant really tell and probably its all at once and he throws Hannibal onto the bed, moving himself on top of him fast, grabbing his throath and chocking him hard for what seems like an eternity though it probably just lasts several seconds.. and then leaning in for another violent kiss, as Hannibal is now really short of breath and gasps for air between Wills tongue in and Wills fingers on his throath.. both of their bodies a heated, twiching mixture of feelings and sensations too hard to describe and too big for any of them and when Will looks down into Hannibals eyes the older man looks like a punished, lost dog.. and inside this almost absurd expression on Hannibals face, Will spots the deepest longing and love in his eyes that he has ever seen and he is struck by it and touched so profoundly that he cant take it and rolls himself down, freeing Hannibal again..

Both breathing hard, unable to speak and unsure what to do with this feelings turn to each other and then there is silence. Their eyes search the others soul, sparking an unvoiced conversation on things never said and done. ,I didnt dare to believe.. that you could ever want this…’ Hannibal says breaking the silence.‘And love cannot be taken from someone the way life can..’ Will understands and nods and then he is drawn into Hannibals embrace and there is nothing left to say.

It’s a bit longer than I normally go for, but there was no way for me to get around that unfortunately. It was tricky for me to write a “good guy” Loki because at the end of the day, he’s a little shit. Nonetheless, I gave it my best shot and you guys will let me know what you think as always. This request was made by @cosmichorse95. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: I’m new to tumblr and your blog was one of the first things I found. I LOVE “Stolen”!!! If I may make a request, I would love to see what magic you could work in creating a story revolving around good-guy Loki, before he became the villian. Please!?

“The Very Newlyweds” (Part 1)

Loki patrolled the corridor with a torch in his hand. He was very rarely restless but tonight was apparently an exception. Thankfully, he knew that a stretch of the legs combined with a lifeless conversation might bore him to sleep.

Soon enough, he happened upon a guard, stood to attention outside of the library. With a click of his heels and a bow of his head, the guard acknowledged the prince’s arrival. If his obedience was anything to go on, this was exactly the kind of dull conversation Loki had hoped to find.

“My lord, you are awake late.”
“Depending on your perspective, I am awake early.”
“Has something disturbed you?” The guard asked. His eyes shifted to either end of the corridor as if fearful that an intruder may have been nearby.
“No.” Loki sighed. “I am simply restless. Though I imagine you think me ungrateful. You must find working in the eve terribly tiresome.”

The soldier smiled bashfully.
“It is nothing I did not expect when I accepted the position.”
“Spoken with poise and tact.” Loki smirked. “Pray tell me, why guard the library? Are there particularly dangerous books you wish to keep at bay? I admire your courage.” The soldier knew that Loki was mocking him but smiled nonetheless.
“I do not guard the books, my liege. I am supervising the person reading them.”

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PROMPT; here
REQUESTED; by anon
COMMENTS; So this ended up longer than i expected and it’s also a whole lot uhh heated than what was originally the idea. But whose to oppose to a little bit of sexy Steve Rogers? Hm, I thought so!
I hope you enjoy it and feel free to request here!
WARNING; Angst, Sexual Themes

“Mrs. Smith.”

Mr. Smith.”

The smile on his face was strained, an expression that I had learnt to see through over the years. Glasses perched on his nose and blue eyes serrated with a deep-rooted irritation, Steve Rogers took my hand , holding it with an unnecessary tightness that caused a muscle to jump in my tight cheeks. Oblivious to all of the others around us, there was a certain dislike between us- well, one that was mostly one way. 

Steve wouldn’t even glance sideways at me, instead he took control by almost dragging me across the cocktail party towards the bar.

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“Seriously, I don’t even remember t’e last time all of us hung out since the hiatus started!” Niall smiled, taking a sip of his beer as he looked around the busy bar. “I missed you guys! Everyone needs t’ go around t’e table and just talk about what they’ve been doin’ for the past couple o’ months! Obviously, Harry’s leavin’ us fer t’e world o’ Hollywood.” He snorted, Harry laughing lightly as he shook his head. 

“Don’ worry, I’m not goin’ anywhere. Ooh, I do have a story to tell you that happened on set! It was the funniest thing ever. Basically, I didn’t actually read the script fo’ the next scene, so I jus’ assumed that I had to keep on walking with everyone. Only, I was the only one who continued to walk when everyone else stopped. What made it worse was tha’ I was at the front of the line so that mean-” 

“Holy shit, it’s Y/F/N.” Niall cut Harry off as he leaned over and whispered something to Liam, Liam looking up at the door and shrugging. “Do ya t’ink she brought-” 

“Here we go..” Liam cleared his throat, his eyes widening when he saw you walk through the door. See, Harry had a big small crush on you, and the last time you saw Harry, he was throwing a bunch of corny pick-up lines at you and it just.. didn’t really turn out as well as he thought they would. (You thought his awkwardness was endearing, but he wandered off with bright red cheeks before you got the chance to ask him if he wanted to go out for lunch.) Knowing Harry, if he caught sight of you again, he would obviously go up to you for a second chance! 

“What are you guys looking at?” Harry turned his head, the others wincing when he followed their line of sight. “Is tha’ Y/N?” Good god, you looked amazing tonight. Your bum looked particularly perky as well. 

“If you’re going to go up to her, can you just.. not say any pick up lines?” Louis scratched the back of his head, waving to Y/F/N when she turned around.  

“Is he staring at me?” You asked Y/F/N, a smile growing on your face after Y/F/N turned to glance before nodding her head lightly. “Do you think I should go over? Maybe he thinks I’m a bitch or something - Last time I never even went after him and-” 

“Do yeh think I should talk t’ her? Does she think I’m lame?” Harry sighed, playing with the straw of his drink while a little pout grew on his face. 

“Y/F/N, wait, I don’t think- Hi, Harry!” Y/F/N pushed you towards the table, making you stumble towards Harry. His arm automatically shot out to wrap around your waist so that you wouldn’t fall on top of him (though he wouldn’t mind), a grin plastered on his face. Thank god you walked over to him first - Otherwise he would be too shy to talk to you. 

“Y/N.” Harry smiled softly, boldly pulling you onto his lap while Y/F/N made herself comfortable next to Niall. “How’ve yeh been, love?” 

“Good, great.” You cleared your throat, shifting on his lap. This time your cheeks were growing red as Harry reached up to pinch your arm lightly. 

“You guys aren’t even dating and the PDA levels are soaring through the roof.” Y/F/N scoffed, Niall laughing along before the two of them were going over to the bar to get a couple more drinks for the table. 

“We’re going to order some snacks with Niall and Y/F/N - Give you two some time t’ catch up.” Louis smirked, turning to Liam and gesturing over to the bar. 

“So.. Jus’ the two o’ us, then?” 

“Just the two of us.” 

“I’ve got another pick-up line in stock if you wanna hear it.” 

“Only cos I like you so much.” 


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